this is for the lions

Warmth blooming in his chest, in his stomach. After all this time, he's still a man. Still a man with needs. Tipping his chin, murmuring darkly in her ear. Fuck, she's a pretty thing... pretty, and far too close. Ivy wouldn't turn her down. If she's offering, he's going to take. Teeth digging in behind her ears, raking down her neck.

Ivy's weight shifted, his body moving to overtake the girl. She's bigger, sure, but he has a presence. His touch is practiced, skillful. Her neck, her jaw, her chest, applying more pressure and tugging harder than perhaps the normal man. "Is that right, sweetheart? Is that what you need?" Stoking the fires, Ivy's touch at her jaw is dangerous.

Teeth at her neck, digging in enough to prove a point. A squeeze, a growl, a grin. Weight rocking into hers, subtly trying to take control despite his size.

"Ivy"