He held her tight like the world might end if he ever let her go ? and it just might, one way or another their rash but needed actions might just break the world. In one hand, he knew that this was a step to far, if they let go now it would break them both like tearing the fragile wings off a butterfly. Yet, nor could he choose one over the other when one was already too ingrained into his life, the other appearing like a hurricane as she wrapped him in emotion and need and love. His paw gently cupped about hers strained ever so gently against her paw as through he needed to drag her close, even as his chin dug deeply into her back as he held her close to him. He could feel his heart thrumming wild and fast, yet fragile in his chest. It was the quick beat of a birds heart and at the moment he felt every bit as fragile as a bird without wings.
Her wings would tear further gashes into his burning heart and his shaking body could not still, and he had no doubt she could feel the movement and hear his heart. She was telling him she wanted him still and it was worse then just seeing that she still felt the same in her eyes. When he felt the cool touch of her tongue against his neck the world froze, his body was as hard and still as ice and his heart skipped a beat even as he forgot to breath. The next thing he knew the world was alive truly alive as through he lived in a monotone grey since she had walked from his life. A groan escaped his lips, a sound every bit as sinful as the words she had spoken. Her touch was a drug to him, and he needed more of it, begged for more of it as he arched his head, giving her full access to the area she caressed.
Then she was pulling away again and he was gasping, breathing and struggling to think. His body and heart where on the same page but his head was spinning, screaming, crying out for him to stop before it was too late, it pleaded with him in agonising, dying tones but he could not hear it, his head spun to quickly and his body couldn't stop. Her words cut through it all and he closed his eyes and rasped in another breath. What was she doing to him, he couldn't think, he half accused her of drugging him, but then that's exactly what she seemed to be for him. They had always had a passion, and he knew that bottling it up hadn't weakened it, and now that they had opened that bottle there was no jamming a lid back in place. Oh, god, was it too late?
She leaned in closer to him and he could feel her cool breath on his face as further words slipped free. He almost took them as a challenge, he was so high on his drug and he was burning for another hit, for their bodies to touch again and her lips and teeth to be on his skin. Then she touched her nose to his and he leaned into the touch, his body crying more more! even as his head screamed profanities, it cursed and cried out and called him a fool. He turned it off, his mind had lost dominance the moment she tasted him and now his body was in control. She would place another kiss against his other cheek and sensual sigh escaped his own lips as his body told her to give him more.
The seducer would curl that elongated tail he had always cherish around his own and he shivered deliciously at the luxurious touch of it brushing against his fur. He moved closer and he struggled to catch his breath. Yet, despite the arching of his back, the single moan and sigh that had escaped him he did not fully move to further then embrace. He breathed in and out in quick, deep movements before at last, he finally found his voice. ?Wait, wait? he gasped, before he truly lost himself, he knew a few more touches from her sinfully soft skin and he would lose himself in her aroma and body, he would lose control. He needed her to stop even as his body contradicted him and arched itself closer to her, his body attempting to mould into the contours of her body and his heart begun to beat in time with hers. ?I need you, Othello, god, I don't know if I can stop myself, from this or from loving you, but wait? he whispered, the sound agonised and laced with the need for her to continue ?God? he moaned as he struggled with himself. ?I don't know what to do, I don't know who I cant live without, but I can't.. I can't cheat on her, if we do this, Othello, its for life, and we do it the right way? oh god, what was he saying, he made it sound like he had already made up his mind, but he hadn't, he was incapable of coherent thought with her aroma fogging his thoughts, his body responding in time to hers.
"Speech"
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