If Walls Could Speak

His mind was on fire, alight with the raw, primal energy that surged within him. Every touch from her felt electrifying, stirring a feral desire that threatened to consume him whole. The way she moved against him was maddening - a dance of tantalizing seduction that he couldn’t help but buck his hips to. The soft moans slipped from her lips as he worked her over. The predator within was completely enraptured by her, his senses heightened to an almost painful degree. Every movement she made felt like a spark against his skin, setting him aflame with predatory lust. His eyes, wide and glittering with an animalistic hunger, trailed the seductive movements of her body as she danced upon him. His ears caught the low, enticing purrs that rumbled in her throat – a sound that did nothing but fuel the fire raging within him.

Aresenn took in a shuddered breath as she separated herself from him, her paws gracefully twirling her body around until they were locked in a tantalizing face-off. His eyes drank in the defiant smirk that played on her lips, a devilish grin that said she was playing her own game. As she descended upon him, Aresenn could not help but mirror her smugness. His paw traveled up, tracing the arch of her spine before coming to rest at the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. His other paw curled around the curve of her hip, feeling the muscles beneath his touch flex and contract with each of her calculated maneuvers. The predatory thrill of a chase wove through the threads of their intimate entanglement, charging the air with an electric intensity.

Her nose was a breath away from his, their lips so tantalizingly close. Though this wasn’t about affection. It was about power, control, hunger. The primal drive to conquer and claim. As she impaled herself against him, the sensation shot through him like lightning, pooling heat in his lower abdomen. Her scent filled his nostrils, heady and intoxicating. A smirk curled around the corners of Aresenn's mouth as he held her gaze, reveling in the potent mixture of adrenaline and raw desire that brought a dangerous glint to her eye. He tightened his grip on her body, the pads of his fingers digging into her flesh just enough to elicit a response to match the pricking of claws at his chest. A low growl left his throat, the sound echoing in the eerie silence of the forest.

He wouldn’t give her much to adjust herself- he couldn’t restrain himself. The initial roll of his hips sent a tremor of satisfaction down his spine. Aresenn's pupils dilated, darkening his gaze as he watched her, consuming every rippling movement of her body upon each visceral collision. There would be no stopping now.

"Aresenn Praetor"