If Walls Could Speak

She could have easily assumed he was no stranger to the ways of battle or holding his own. He looked like quite the brute to get tangled up in, tooth and nail or in other ways. Sure it could be a compliment, but really from Fia a boy was a boy. He was more physically attractive by her means, though she wasn't sure if she had a type. Maybe it was just hulking, it could be time to found out.

Her teeth were gentle on him, but it was too easy to do damage with the smallest touch. She was careful, unlike what she allowed the male to do to her. But she could make it fair game, her claws were just as dangerous as her jaws. But a lot easier to control the amount of injury. She wouldn't just let the brute grab her, because while that would help his lust for blood that wouldn't be so enticing. Not for this very moment in their first couple steps.

She moved slightly out of the way just as he had, his teeth biting down into her thigh. She could sense the frenzy in his breath as he met the scent and taste of her blood, and maybe that's what helped drive her more not that she needed it. She loved to know what she could do to men, how she could bend them to her own desires. If this brute was brought alive by her blood, she loved to slake the need. The physical contact is what she loved more than anything, but that was more recent.

As he kept a hold of her she returned with a pulled lip snarl but turned up a slight grin as he nearly challenged her more. She didn't respond with her voice, instead lunging forward to wrap around her legs around his waist with her chest into his side, aiming to prickle her feline claws into the sensitive areas of his stomach. But more importantly to try and knock him off balance by dropping all her weight from under his grasp. It would be more enjoyable if she could get him on the ground, no matter who took charge from there.

"Fiametta"