5 Minutes of Compliance.

The journey to Mariah's den was filled with silent excitement from his crimson lover. The idea that he was able to set foot in the privacy of her own bedroom seemed to be of great joy for her. He rather liked the bounce in her step, even if it was coupled with the uncertainty of their situation. Caedes followed dutifully nonetheless, his interest in her home also tempered by the caution of venturing into what very well was enemy territory.

He moved with predatory grace, his emerald eyes scanning their surroundings as they proceeded. Though he did not wish to worry her by appearing overly suspicious, he was no fool to relax completely. The den, nestled at the base of the mountains, was proof of her meticulous care and effort. He offered her a complimentary smirk, an inquisitive brow raising as they approached the threshold.

Stepping inside, he was greeted by the comforting scents of herbs and the powerful smell of her. It was heady. Her bedding drew the most interest from him, as it was permeated in her perfume. The obsidian brute cast a glance over her stash of herbs, noting a few before she caught his attention again as she always did. He watched as she kindled the small fire, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow around the space. Cozy, he thought. The den was perfectly her: beautifully organized and comfortable.

When she turned to him, that mischievous glint in her eyes; Caedes felt a thrill. Her satisfaction was evident, and from that moment on he ignored the carefully crafted space as she spoke. ‘Finally.’ Mariah purred, her voice sending a shiver down his spine. Velvet tone, like honey in his ears, beckoning dark urges from him. The intensity of her gaze and the challenge in her eyes stirred a deep, fervent heat within him. When the distance between them vanished, he welcomed it, the warmth of her body against his chest pulling a low growl of appreciation from his chest. It made him burn.

His words came in a low growl, completely drenched in desire as they fell from his maw. “Is it your goal to christen your nice, tidy bedding now?” And when her lips met his, Caedes responded in equal passion. There it was, his poison, his drug. He submitted to her kiss, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her, until it consumed his mind entirely. He deepened the kiss with a hunger befitting a beast like himself, his heart pounding in rhythm with the crashing waves off in the distance. What could hope to exist in this moment? Nothing but her.