04-15-2017, 10:22 PM
Stillwater
She wasn't afraid when his eyes opened to reveal the eager predator staring hungrily back at her. Wasn't afraid as the weaker one inside him tried to push against him and warn her. Fools. But it was enough of a distraction for her to bathe herself in her magic, a fold and cloak of protective, bending light. His jaw clenched in frustration, watching to see what else this little starlight creature would do. Annoyed that her heat was dwindling already. Mmm, but he could fix that. Only needed her to come closer, and he could fix that.
She slipped away and turned to face him with a delicate frown. Her glittering eyes searched him, his eyes, his face. Ah, trying to find the other, the weaker. Murky gray flashed with amusement, a perfectly sweet smile sweeping up his lips. She wouldn't find him here, only He was left now.
Something in her face changed, altered. Almost a grimace, apologetic. The sexy grin on his face fell away as his eyesight darkened, blanketed by her darkness. He stiffened, tensed, waited with taut muscles. "Trust me," he heard, so soft and quiet with the barest of hints of longing still lacing her twinkling voice. Good. Miss him, want him. Let him remind her why she does, teach her what she really wanted.
He could smell her as she neared, his water lingering on her beautiful skin he knew was so soft and blue and white. Her teeth clipped at his chin and he jerked, then froze. Waited so still as she continued up to his jaw. His dark lips parted with a gravelly, hollow rolling sound as she reached his throat, slid down to his chest that silenced it with a quiet inhale. The darkness, the blindness, was getting frustrating. He wanted to see her, ached to watch her heat back up for him, see the lust flare brightly in her eyes again just before he took her.
"Not you," she said softly, scolding with a firm bite at his shoulder the creature that would devour her. His head twisted around blindly with a low growl, seeking, reaching for her in growing impatience. Yes, him. Of course him. Come and let him show her, already. She would like it. Like it til she wouldn't feel anything anymore. Like it til her breathing slowed to a stop with a quiet, last exhale he would kiss from her lips. He growled again, wanting it so badly.
"Not yet," she added, and he grudgingly quieted. What game was this? He didn't want to play, he wanted to savor. And as she made her way around him, he groaned again. A different one this time, more like the man she struggled to coax back into him as her incessant teasing sparked little bolts of electricity across his skin, pushed them into his nerves with the press of soft lips. No, no games just let him have her.
She paused at his opposite shoulder, and he turned to her again, softer this time, curious. Could they stop playing now? Could he show her what she really wanted now? Let the man stay away, he was boring. He was weak. Just them, now. Just them. That was best. He'd show her that was best.
She slipped in against his chest and he instantly crushed her to him, held her in his steely grasp with that damned fabric of light between them. Fine, it didn't matter. He didn't need his skin to keep her there, only clutched her so deliciously tight against him. Felt the soft curves of her pressing to his solid chest. "Stillwater," she breathed, placing sweet kisses to his jaw, his throat. "Come back."
He shook his head against her with another groan, still refusing to let go like a child clinging to his favorite toy he didn't want to share. No, don't call the man, let him stay. He wanted her more, anyway. He kept his eyes closed as she lifted the darkness and let him see again. "I'm sorry," she apologized, settling a kiss to his mouth. And something new and strange happened, then.
The beast kissed her back.
Fervently.
He released his hold on her, his focus fully on the feel of their lips crushed together. He forced her backwards with the push of his kiss, hungry and demanding, stealing what he wanted. When he finally opened his eyes, they were still a clouded gray. He stepped forward and pressed his chest against hers, tugged at her hair near her shoulders. Come on, little one, he wanted to say. But he hated speaking, so pointless. Want me back. The man is boring. So weak.
His lips dragged slowly down the line of her shoulder, then so slowly back up again. Paused in that soft hollow at the base of her neck where he pushed his mouth further into her, grazed his teeth along the taste of her skin with a low hum of pleasure. He lifted, did it again more firmly, scraping harder against her. How much can you take? How much til you scream. Then he did it again, this time pinching her flesh between his teeth with a slow bite, pressing the heat of his tongue against her as he clamped even harder, so close to breaking skin but still holding himself back from it. For now.
Don't you want it too?
She slipped away and turned to face him with a delicate frown. Her glittering eyes searched him, his eyes, his face. Ah, trying to find the other, the weaker. Murky gray flashed with amusement, a perfectly sweet smile sweeping up his lips. She wouldn't find him here, only He was left now.
Something in her face changed, altered. Almost a grimace, apologetic. The sexy grin on his face fell away as his eyesight darkened, blanketed by her darkness. He stiffened, tensed, waited with taut muscles. "Trust me," he heard, so soft and quiet with the barest of hints of longing still lacing her twinkling voice. Good. Miss him, want him. Let him remind her why she does, teach her what she really wanted.
He could smell her as she neared, his water lingering on her beautiful skin he knew was so soft and blue and white. Her teeth clipped at his chin and he jerked, then froze. Waited so still as she continued up to his jaw. His dark lips parted with a gravelly, hollow rolling sound as she reached his throat, slid down to his chest that silenced it with a quiet inhale. The darkness, the blindness, was getting frustrating. He wanted to see her, ached to watch her heat back up for him, see the lust flare brightly in her eyes again just before he took her.
"Not you," she said softly, scolding with a firm bite at his shoulder the creature that would devour her. His head twisted around blindly with a low growl, seeking, reaching for her in growing impatience. Yes, him. Of course him. Come and let him show her, already. She would like it. Like it til she wouldn't feel anything anymore. Like it til her breathing slowed to a stop with a quiet, last exhale he would kiss from her lips. He growled again, wanting it so badly.
"Not yet," she added, and he grudgingly quieted. What game was this? He didn't want to play, he wanted to savor. And as she made her way around him, he groaned again. A different one this time, more like the man she struggled to coax back into him as her incessant teasing sparked little bolts of electricity across his skin, pushed them into his nerves with the press of soft lips. No, no games just let him have her.
She paused at his opposite shoulder, and he turned to her again, softer this time, curious. Could they stop playing now? Could he show her what she really wanted now? Let the man stay away, he was boring. He was weak. Just them, now. Just them. That was best. He'd show her that was best.
She slipped in against his chest and he instantly crushed her to him, held her in his steely grasp with that damned fabric of light between them. Fine, it didn't matter. He didn't need his skin to keep her there, only clutched her so deliciously tight against him. Felt the soft curves of her pressing to his solid chest. "Stillwater," she breathed, placing sweet kisses to his jaw, his throat. "Come back."
He shook his head against her with another groan, still refusing to let go like a child clinging to his favorite toy he didn't want to share. No, don't call the man, let him stay. He wanted her more, anyway. He kept his eyes closed as she lifted the darkness and let him see again. "I'm sorry," she apologized, settling a kiss to his mouth. And something new and strange happened, then.
The beast kissed her back.
Fervently.
He released his hold on her, his focus fully on the feel of their lips crushed together. He forced her backwards with the push of his kiss, hungry and demanding, stealing what he wanted. When he finally opened his eyes, they were still a clouded gray. He stepped forward and pressed his chest against hers, tugged at her hair near her shoulders. Come on, little one, he wanted to say. But he hated speaking, so pointless. Want me back. The man is boring. So weak.
His lips dragged slowly down the line of her shoulder, then so slowly back up again. Paused in that soft hollow at the base of her neck where he pushed his mouth further into her, grazed his teeth along the taste of her skin with a low hum of pleasure. He lifted, did it again more firmly, scraping harder against her. How much can you take? How much til you scream. Then he did it again, this time pinching her flesh between his teeth with a slow bite, pressing the heat of his tongue against her as he clamped even harder, so close to breaking skin but still holding himself back from it. For now.
Don't you want it too?
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it