Bloodied and Broken
08-22-2014, 01:34 PM
Daringly, he would reach to take a wider grip across her throat. Lips would curl back to reveal rows of ivory daggers. His touch was firm, though far from life threatening. Abruptly, a question fell urgently from his lips. A brow would lift as a cruel curled her dark lips. He stated the obvious, and while she didn't deny it, she said nothing about it. "My dear, what do you know about satisfying a woman?" Words never rose above a mumur, though they lashed out like a whip intending to sting, and yet her tones sounded as though she were whispering to a lover. Her tail would begin to twitch in what could be assumed to be agitation, when in fact, it was merely anticipation. His amethyst gaze was hungry, his words only amplifying the emotion. Had she not been tied to Kylar, she might have actually allowed him to play out such a fantasy, but instead she chose to toy with him, wear his patience down to a fine line, about ready to snap, before sending him away. Her thoughts never left the confines of her mind, didn't show on her decorated face, nor reflect in her body posture. She remained opened, wanton, and willing to be satisfied. But she doubted him as capable. Flashes of pale fur and bloody flesh filled her vision, the memories of their bloodied bodies clashing together in relentless and unforgiving passion. Oh no. No one would ever be able to top such a night. WORDS HERE |
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