Drums... drums in the deep

They were so close now. A mistake, he knew being this close was a mistake. Her scent enveloped him, and he could taste the changes in it on her tongue. Taste her want and need in the small spaces between them. He leaned closer, lips parted as he breathed in deeply. He rose up a little from his crouched position in front of her, digging his teeth into the underside of her neck. Not enough to hurt her. The motion possessive and controlling. He fought the urge to dig a little deeper, just enough that she would whimper. He could every motion of pulse beneath the skin, her life and next breath utterly at his mercy.

Instead, he released her, his own breathing heavy and raspy and warm against her. “You…” He whispered softly “Make a mess of my self control.” he moved his teeth, biting lightly into her shoulder, her back, his teeth digging little love marks across her skin. Twice, thrice, he bit her. At no point breaking the skin, his tongue rasping against her coat. “Mine, and only mine.” He snarled at her, before he pulled his head back. His eyes wild, and showing whites. His own need obviously in his scent and form as he looked at her with so much need… and backed up two steps. Gasping soft breaths before he turned his back on her.

"Basilisk Fatalis"