His body hesitated and keen emerald eyes caught that subtelest of motions. Dægmar breathed the world of the warrior and the language of physicality. Her head turned back, eyes searching for his. Surely her big, strong man wasn't having second thoughts? No… they'd come to far. He wasn't leave. If she had to throttle him within an inch of his life to win this little game of theirs she would do it.
Their eyes met and he slowly started to circle her. Tail curled over her back, letting the wind stain the air with her sinful scent. What was he waiting for…. teeth grit together as she worked to calm her breathing and her desires. She was still the master of her own body even if she had ever intention of indulging her lustful passions.
"Lesser? Oh no darling, If anything I'm mistaking you for more. Leave your morality at the door. There's nothing wrong with two burning bodies find sanctuary in one another's touch. I know the consequences… I can live with them." Dægmar stepped forcefully forward, attempting to stop his circling, to bring herself right to him. "We stopped playing awhile ago, and if you think I'm going to let you just walk away now you've got another thing coming. So whatever is making you doubt? You'd better do away with it and focus on me… because I'm not stopping." Dægmar lunged toward him, tongue seeking to stroke his neck just under his jawline, her upper right limb raising with her body as she attempted to drape it over him, just in front of his shoulder blades. Dægmar wanted to pull her body into his, to drown whatever was holding him back in the ecstasy of her own heat.
