Washed Out in the Mind of Me

Crouching low, Aresenn began to lower his body into hers- lapping at the blood leaking from the mark that he had made. It became a subtle reflex to slide against her in a smooth, erotic grind that was merely a symptom of his wanting. Aresenn grinned against her throat, the feral noises that issued from her mouth sending him into a frenzy and leaning into whatever sensation he could provide to keep them coming. His throat filled with a deep, guttural growl as his tongue began to greedily lap at her wounds- stained scarlet with the promise of untold pleasure. The intensity within his amber eyes spoke volumes about the want that was coursing through his veins; an unmistakeable desire for something even greater than what was already being experienced in this very moment. He answered her soft, breathy whine with a low chuckle that caressed the skin of her neck as he ravaged it.

He pulled away only slightly, allowing himself some distance to admire the sight before him. Her delicate frame trembled beneath him- evidence of the tension that had built up in her body and needed desperately to be released. He watched on with bated breath as she arched her back ever so slightly in an act of passionate defiance- though he knew that he would not allow her any escape from this embrace until every last bit of resistance had been broken down by their combined wills. With a sudden sense of urgency, Aresenn returned to her neck; lapping at the crimson liquid that had pooled around his bite mark and pressing kisses along its edges as if it were some sort of aphrodisiac. His breathing shallow as he fought off his own body's urges- for if he gave into them now, there would be no turning back.

Distracted with his own task, he hadn't noticed her reaching for him until it was too late, and then his whole body shuddered as the sensation hit him. His hips instinctively bucked, and he struggled to keep his composure. When he pulled away, he looked for her deep green eyes but found only a sly smirk. She had power over him—and she was well aware of it. As she raked her nails against his sides, he leaned into her then, breathing into her shoulder as she traced his muscle with her lips. When he felt her teeth pierce his skin, his breath caught in his throat as he was held there- suspended between pleasure and pain. He heard her voice but the words were lost in a cloud of desire. In one fluid motion, he forced his free paw beneath the arch of her back and pulled her closer to him as he shifted his hips to align with hers. Clamping his jaws into the ridge of skin between her shoulder and neck, he plunged himself into her depths- relishing in every sensation that came with it. He couldn't be gentle.

-Fade to Black-

"Aresenn Praetor"