03-05-2017, 12:51 PM
Stillwater
She wore a sexy little smile, and with those solid, black eyes it looked eerie and beautiful. He watched her as she looked over her shoulder at him, his lips still pressing savory kisses against her flawless skin. He told her it wasn't enough, he wanted more from her, and she laughed. A growl built up in the base of his throat, enjoying the sound of her amusement and hating it, hating how she affected him. It was silenced immediately when her muzzle touched below his jaw, touched his pulse beating against the smooth surface. His eyes drifted closed and his lips parted in a quiet exhale.
Not enough? she asked, pinching him there with her teeth, softly and then harder. A satisfied moan dragged from him, enjoying that too until suddenly her teeth were sharp and bladed and her jaw was spread around his throat, holding him for a moment. The malevolent spirit in him leapt to the fore in defense, his eyes instantly turning the murky, clouded gray of his predator. Her jaw tightened as she pulled away, cutting into him, marking him. She made noises, formed speech, but words meant nothing to him.
He snarled and shot towards her, lunged for her with every intent to kill this one that dared harm him in his world of water, dared to stain his home with the oily black of his blood. She gripped his neck and threw him as though he weighed nothing to her, and his clunky horse body landed with a splash in deeper water. He sank below the surface and stayed there, raging, pissed, wishing this damn tight skin would rip apart and let him out. Wishing he could claw it off and explode into his Self.
His heart thundered, blood boiling and roaring as he growled beneath the outside world, the dangerous sound waving and undulating and deep. Trapped. More trapped now than he was with her chain on his wrist, locked in this seductive body that was far too pretty, far too soft. Just the lure, the disguise to draw them helplessly in. Just the cloak he wore, but now a straight jacket he couldn't escape from.
He was volatile rapids beneath a deadly calm face as he made his way back to her, calculating eyes trained on her. His head rose above the water, moving so damn slow in this clumsy body, and she smiled a predator's grin. His lips peeled back to bare stupid, flat teeth before settling again. Calm again. Still again. He approached her, slow and purposeful, and his lips sought out her perfect throat.
Maybe it was unexpected, but he kissed her deeply, hungry and needing with another desperate moan rumbling against her delicious skin. He tasted her, felt her heartbeat against the heat of his tongue. He shifted closer into her, his kisses deepening even more, urgent and hot. So desperate. He wanted her. Needed her now.
Without warning, he clamped down and stuffed her beneath the water, twisting her to her side as his full weight bore down on her and pinned her under him. His black hair moved free and weightless around him, and he held himself on top of her as he tore into her neck, snapping and ripping away. Then again in another spot, tender flesh between his teeth, yanked and torn then released.
Foolish creature.
Not enough? she asked, pinching him there with her teeth, softly and then harder. A satisfied moan dragged from him, enjoying that too until suddenly her teeth were sharp and bladed and her jaw was spread around his throat, holding him for a moment. The malevolent spirit in him leapt to the fore in defense, his eyes instantly turning the murky, clouded gray of his predator. Her jaw tightened as she pulled away, cutting into him, marking him. She made noises, formed speech, but words meant nothing to him.
He snarled and shot towards her, lunged for her with every intent to kill this one that dared harm him in his world of water, dared to stain his home with the oily black of his blood. She gripped his neck and threw him as though he weighed nothing to her, and his clunky horse body landed with a splash in deeper water. He sank below the surface and stayed there, raging, pissed, wishing this damn tight skin would rip apart and let him out. Wishing he could claw it off and explode into his Self.
His heart thundered, blood boiling and roaring as he growled beneath the outside world, the dangerous sound waving and undulating and deep. Trapped. More trapped now than he was with her chain on his wrist, locked in this seductive body that was far too pretty, far too soft. Just the lure, the disguise to draw them helplessly in. Just the cloak he wore, but now a straight jacket he couldn't escape from.
He was volatile rapids beneath a deadly calm face as he made his way back to her, calculating eyes trained on her. His head rose above the water, moving so damn slow in this clumsy body, and she smiled a predator's grin. His lips peeled back to bare stupid, flat teeth before settling again. Calm again. Still again. He approached her, slow and purposeful, and his lips sought out her perfect throat.
Maybe it was unexpected, but he kissed her deeply, hungry and needing with another desperate moan rumbling against her delicious skin. He tasted her, felt her heartbeat against the heat of his tongue. He shifted closer into her, his kisses deepening even more, urgent and hot. So desperate. He wanted her. Needed her now.
Without warning, he clamped down and stuffed her beneath the water, twisting her to her side as his full weight bore down on her and pinned her under him. His black hair moved free and weightless around him, and he held himself on top of her as he tore into her neck, snapping and ripping away. Then again in another spot, tender flesh between his teeth, yanked and torn then released.
Foolish creature.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it