Stalking Shadows

Her voice echoed his, focusing on the word lovers out of his depiction of the cryptic symbols. Perfect. He intended to have her fixate on that portion, because he knew his dear, sadistic nephew couldn’t offer her anything close to the concept of love. And my, did it stir up something. The way she looked back to him, azure eyes wide and vulnerable, feeding on the surge of emotion building in the space between them. Fuck, he loved this shit. It was all part of his passion for mind games and manipulation- he wanted her to keep mulling it over in her mind, to conceptualize the possibility of a relationship built on love and mutual affection. If only to make her attention shift towards him.  

And then, Rhazien initiated the dance- pressing forward with slow calculated steps, driving her into the corner of the room. Of course, it wasn’t meant to intimidate her- he didn’t operate the way their oppressive Sultan did. It was merely a test, as he sought to push her boundaries until they broke- but whether or not that would be in his favor, was yet to be told. But ah, she must have been bewitched by his comment in some way- the rosy hue that spread across her face, and the bashful expression that overtook her, a sentiment to the emotion whirling inside of her. “Oh, but I think you do.” He corrects her, ceasing in his advance. He’d pushed her back far enough- her back touching the stone wall, and she had nowhere to go but forward into his broad chest. “Sephiran may be a sadist, but he’s got a keen eye,” A short pause, as he stared down into her eyes- the name Sephiran, represented Rhazien, if she looked deep enough into the undercurrent of his tone. “An attraction to beauty, if you will- and its magnetism.” His neck cranes, his face tilting down, his snout moving slowly towards hers. “How cerulean cuts through an ashen palette- a cosmic, midnight sky.” Her pelt was ethereal, and certainly otherworldly in comparison to the amethyst hues he was familiar with. And her features, they were soft, feminine, youthful. He'd make sure to touch on that. “One that adorns slender cheekbones- accenting those sapphires - infinite in depth, like they’d swallow you whole if you let them.” His face was aligned with hers now- their noses only inches apart.

But it wasn't just her features that enthralled him- it was also her mind - that analytical and intelligent nature of hers, that coincided with his own. “And that inquisitive mind. It begs for release.... doesn’t it?” His pelt started to bristle, the warmth of his breath softly caressing the fur around her cheeks. The muscles beneath his pelt quivering, as the lustful ardor in his chest welled up into his throat- threatening to bubble out uncontrollably. Fantasies of lurching forward in a frenzy, intertwining their tongues, lifting her against the wall of the catacombs so he fuck the life out of her in the sanctuary of the abyss, clawing at every inch of his mind.

He leans in closer, like he will bring their lips together- but before he makes contact - before he enters a domain they will not be able to return from - he stops. Exhaling a shaky breath into the air between them, lips twitching as he fights the urge to sneer. “Which is why he considers you a treasure, no doubt- setting you off limits to the rest of the pack.” Savoring you like the greedy fucker he is. And then, he suddenly pulls away from her- forcing himself to retreat before he commits the most unforgivable sin. Because he can’t betray Sephiran. “Dacă ai fi al meu.” Foreign words are spoken, and hee flashes her that suave smile of his- barely collecting himself enough to saunter away into the abyss of the catacombs, mind buzzing from the high of their encounter. No doubt he'd be fucking a whore tonight, thinking of Aurelia.

-exit unless stopped?-

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