If Walls Could Speak

Aresenn’s amber gaze narrowed slightly in response to her attempt at trying to knock him down. He tightened his own grip around her thigh to keep her from slipping completely, but he couldn’t help the sultry thought of exposing himself to her- just as she seemed to want it. His raw, unhindered desire permeated the cold mossy air around them. Aresenn's heart pounded against his chest as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. Fia, with her enticing scent and audacious attempts to usurp him, was a fascinating puzzle he intended to unravel. With the prick of her claws into his abdomen, he gave in to her grapple of balance, tucking his shoulder as he hit the ground.

With the twist of his body, he couldn’t maintain his grip on her thigh. And as he landed into place on the flat of his back, he was rewarded with a full view of her, bare and enticing. Aresenn let out a low chuckle, his gaze never straying from her. There she was, wild and unyielding under the spectral canopy of the moss-laden trees. The cryptic fog curled around them, twisting and twirling in an intimate dance of primordial desire. His eyes traced her form—every curve, every dip—in a predatory study. He wasn’t as close as he would have liked to be- but he was close enough. In a swift motion, he forcefully reached up to lap at her most sensitive flesh, an impish smirk spreading across his features at the taste of her mixed with the blood from her wounds. His tongue moved deliberately, savouring the sweet tang of her. But under all of his teasing, there was an undeniable air of possession, as his inner demon craved a different sort of satisfaction.

"Aresenn Praetor"