Bottom Of The Deep Blue Sea

Mariah's scent hangs thick in the air, fueling a hunger that twists his gut in ways he’s never experienced before. Every time he meets those eyes that seek to peel back the layers of his existence. It was like a bolt of lightning, intensifying the pull which drives him to be closer to her – or be crazier about her. Take your pick. He didn’t know. But he wanted to find out. Why was he so consumed with urges, all due to this frail girl?

The beast is a slave to the raw yearning that she ignites within him, and just like a flame, he was being set ablaze. The man of obsidian and scar tissue felt positively feverish, stricken by curse or witchcraft. Maybe that's what she was. A witch. She was not afraid. In fact, she smirked at him. This slight creature, so delicate, so challenging… continued to dare him. Push him. Defiantly refusing to withdraw away from him, back to the safer pastures she had come from. It was clear in her expression, she was just as he was – unable to resist. Her paw comes to trace another scar, one at his shoulder this time. Gentle and fearless, breathlessly inviting him, taunting him to follow his impulses. Did she know what she was doing to him? Surely, she could feel the tension with which he was holding himself at bay, the slight tremble of his body with every brush of her finger tips. And yet she insisted on beckoning him, enticing him with her proximity alone. This silent, fanatical, electric war between the two total opposites was coming to an end, and Caedes thought himself not the victor. Or… perhaps he was?

Caedes could not escape the vivid, visceral fantasies that gripped his mind. His thoughts were a chaotic mess, fueled by a twisted gluttony that refused to be sated by leering alone. It’s impossible. It’s an unnatural temptation, born to ruin him. He has to act. There is no going back. The effect was near instantaneous after he accepted the inevitable. Rational thought was stripped away from the brute one shared breath at a time. Nothing but the wind and the waves to distinguish that time was not, in fact, at a standstill. His verdant gaze never left her as the last vestiges of his control melted away from him. The now broken self-control gives way to those impulses again, and this time he does not stop it. He didn’t think he could have anyways.

“I like the sound of that.” Caedes growled out lowly, excitement plain in his suggestive tone. His dark, powerful frame moves with a predatory determination, closing in on Mariah and what little space there was between them. In a silent collision of fur and shadows, the boundaries between them vanish at once. Just as she had enticed, as she had invited. Caedes succumbs to the force of her allure, and his desire to caress the slender silhouette that had called to him from the moment he had set eyes on her. His chest presses against her own, though her stature is small and feeble compared to his. A gratifying thing, indeed. He grins wickedly, a deep rumble of lust bubbling up from his chest. He shivers in anticipation of how she will taste, before his maw seeks that very same spot he had impulsively brushed with his paw. Instead of an agonizing bite from his powerful jaws, his lips and tongue meet the flesh there hungrily. The beast moves deliberately, trailing rough, sensual kisses that worship her entirely. She is divine, and he wanted her to feel as beautiful, as delightful as he thought she looked --but his touch fluctuates between tender and primal. She is sweet and warm, and he is lost in the curve of her neck. His blood runs hot, a huff escaping him as his teeth move to graze the soft skin of her throat. The pulse there is drumming quickly, he could only imagine tasting it. Caedes lingered there, wanting her to feel the power he held over her, and relish in it in turn. He certainly was. The man was craving more though, it was evident in the way he pushed and pulled her, waging an internal battle between taking her to the ground and falling back himself. A choice needed to be made, and he left it to her.

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