Life Among The Dead
Mariah
Professor
Anatomist
06-29-2024, 06:31 PM
The sudden change in positioning elicited a soft gasp from Mariah, her body instinctively molding to his as he claimed her lips once again. His kiss was needy yet deliberate, a clear indication of the intentions that brewed beneath his calm demeanor. The contrast was intoxicating - the gentle graze of his paw tracing the curves of her body, each dip and rise an intimate exploration, the firm press of his body keeping her grounded beneath him. Mariah found herself responding in kind, a desire that had been simmering under the surface now breaking free. Her paws roamed across the taut muscles of his back, her nails brushing against his coat as the softness of it enticed her fingertips. Every contact with him was a spark, every shared breath a blare of heat. A low growl rumbled in her throat as her teeth nipped at his lower lip, an almost playful retaliation to this brief flash of something almost resembling a more dominant demeanor. She liked it.
Mariah's heart pounded in her chest, a symphony of anticipation and desire that echoed as loudly as the rustling leaves overhead. The stroke of his paw on her hip was tantalizingly gentle, almost teasing as they lay there on the brink of union. His gaze met hers, those mint green eyes holding a question that didn't need to be spoken out loud. The tension between them was palpable as he held her there, just on the edge of indulgence. Ancients she needed him … and he kept hesitating! Almost maddeningly so. She couldn’t help arching into him at the briefest touch, seeking out the contact her body ached for.
"I will be," Mariah breathed, a touch of amused impatience lacing her tone. “If you stop treating me like I might break.” Her silver eyes held his, glinting with an unspoken plea. She wanted this, needed it as acutely as she needed the air to breathe. Her frailty didn't lessen the intensity of her desire; if anything, it heightened it. She held his gaze, half-lidded, and heavy with her own lust- the silent communication between them as tangible as the steam of their breath.
"Mariah Mendacium"
Mariah's heart pounded in her chest, a symphony of anticipation and desire that echoed as loudly as the rustling leaves overhead. The stroke of his paw on her hip was tantalizingly gentle, almost teasing as they lay there on the brink of union. His gaze met hers, those mint green eyes holding a question that didn't need to be spoken out loud. The tension between them was palpable as he held her there, just on the edge of indulgence. Ancients she needed him … and he kept hesitating! Almost maddeningly so. She couldn’t help arching into him at the briefest touch, seeking out the contact her body ached for.
"I will be," Mariah breathed, a touch of amused impatience lacing her tone. “If you stop treating me like I might break.” Her silver eyes held his, glinting with an unspoken plea. She wanted this, needed it as acutely as she needed the air to breathe. Her frailty didn't lessen the intensity of her desire; if anything, it heightened it. She held his gaze, half-lidded, and heavy with her own lust- the silent communication between them as tangible as the steam of their breath.
