Desperate To Breathe

There wasn’t really anyone, aside from that one girl so long ago, tha had ever been anything more than a rival. His childhood friend, who he couldn’t even name as he lay here entangled up in everything that was Duchess. She had become a point of recognition in his life that had previously been saved for the negative. She was a constant that stood opposed to the ones he left behind in Abaven, the kin that shared his blood and kept his ire. There wasn’t anyone who could take the thought of them away as Duchess did right now, commanding his attention, his focus, as much as he demanded from her, Noir gave in return. She unlocked something within him, the deep need to have something more than just a flight of fancy. He’d been alone for so very long. His bed was never empty, but his heart and soul were long drained.

Until now.

Blue and lavender eyes watched her as her paws gently moved up his chest and she lifted herself above him before her gasping breaths became real words. A brow raised as she asked his cooperation, her voice pleading as she sought control. He hesitated, even as she leaned into him, writhing under the pressure of his grasp. Noir did relinquish, but only as she pleaded with soft words. Noir released her, and settled beneath her dainty body, completely wrapped up in everything she was. She relinquished herself to him, and for the first time Noir gave of himself as well. ”For you,” He grumbled huskily, but through a sly grin that tainted dark lips.