Washed Out in the Mind of Me

Before the anticipation outweighed the stillness, she continued to egg him on. Don’t be gentle. He wasn’t sure he could if she wanted him to. Even still, now that the gates had been opened, he wasn’t sure they if they could ever be closed again.  “I’m not sure you realize what you’re asking for.” Aresenn rumbled, before pressuring her to the ground and on her back with the shift in his posture. While not of physical force and restraint, still in a manner of possession. His eyes burned a smoldering flame that dared her to challenge him. If she wanted this as badly as he did, she was going to have to pay for it.

The look he was given in return was something akin to delight- the satisfaction of a successful snare set. She the huntress, he the prey. But as much as he wished he could fall into the role, the animosity that threatened his composure pushed for otherwise. Thank gods for the spirited fog that kept the demon at bay. He crushed his lips against hers with equal intensity. An act of hunger and dominance culminating in a battle of wills- one he refused to back down from. With the graze of her teeth against delicate skin- a passionate draw of blood. He answered with a rumbling growl, though he couldn't bring himself to pull away. His amber gaze burned with a feral desire - an unmistakable want for something deeper and more meaningful than just physical release. He kept his hold on her there for as long as he could sustain- but even he needed more of a breath than what he could draw from the corners of his mouth. 

Aresenn transferred the majority of his weight to one paw, planted in the ground firmly near her shoulder. Freeing up his other forepaw, he traced the feminine curvature of her frame. As he frantically sought contact between her lips and her skin, he began trailing kisses down the beautiful concavity of her neck, raking his canines against her flesh with gradually increasing intensity. “Do you want to be devoured, Absi?" He growled into his touch. His raw energy seeping through the air like electricity- heating the narrowing space between them to a feverish level as his own body fought to press against every inch of her. His arousal was obvious and no longer something that could be helped as it hardened at his abdomen. As he reached the part where her neck opened up into the expanse of her shoulder, he could resist the temptation no longer, Aresenn bit down to satiate the blood lust. Of course, not enough to do any lasting damage, but enough to feel the drumming of her pulse in his jaws. As he pulled away, his tongue lapped at her neck with an unwavering hunger- leaving a trail of scarlet that further fueled their passion-driven embrace. 

"Aresenn Praetor"