Life Among The Dead

He gave her reign as she moved away from his lips and trailed down his chest and stomach. He wouldn't question, he wouldn't ask her to stop. She had as much rule over him as he may have had over her. It was a shared risk really. When they moved forward it would change everything. He'd still go home, but this is how he'd remember her always. The first time they were wholly intimate. Once any sacred part of him or her was exposed like this, there was never turning back.

As she moved into the more sensitive parts of his stomach he tensed while it wasn't common ground. He had been in this position before, sure, but these were the most intimate parts of himself. He opened himself up to her, easily. Not for himself but for her. He made himself vulnerable to her. As she took him, his neck moved back on a slight arch and he pushed a breath through his teeth. "Mariah..." His call was quiet, hot, almost thankful. The silence of the lake made him forget where they even were, and he only lived in this moment with her just as he had back at The Hallows.

One paw dug into the soil of the hard grounds under him, muddled grunts through a mostly closed mouth as she continued. She wouldn't be left wondering. He was still gentle with her as he sent himself into her jaws carefully, again not to be abrasive. He didn't hold back from her though. He let her explore him a while, a journey for himself too really. A new realm for the two of them combined. Soon he would be pulling back to get her attention. His voice heady, his whole expression glazed over with a lust for her as he looked down at her, "I want you, Mariah." He at least wanted her confirmation that she wanted the rest of him too, he wouldn't otherwise. She had him in a place where he couldn't think she would tell him otherwise, but he was still a gentleman in that regard. There was no denying his desire, his need for an end. But he wouldn't right out claim her. It wasn't in his nature to do so.

"Cerberus Kline"