Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
There’s no point in disagreeing with her even though he knows she’s wrong. It was too hard to let go now, not when he had been caring this burden since the day he was born. This was what he was. It could never be any different. Never. Instead he merely allows himself a moment of reprieve, to fall into her soft words of comfort and pretend like they could be true. Her lips lightly brush against his shoulder blade and his body quivers, unable to control the responses she brings out of him. Had he ever been touched this way? He can’t remember but he doesn't want it to stop.
This feeling of excitement that heats from deep within is a much more pleasant warmth then the anger that had just coursed through his veins. Her neck overlaps his, bringing him closer when he should pull away. Her lips are at his neck and he is barreled over with confusion. Part of him wonders why she comforts him, how exactly does she see him? To be fair, he doesn’t understand his own feelings towards her, what exactly is she now to him? No longer a stranger although she should be and yet he had laid his soul bare before her within a matter of seconds. Surely that makes a difference, changes things. Makes them... Something.
Her muzzle traces underneath his mane and reflex brings his own lips to graze lightly against the curve of her shoulder, tasting her golden skin in the pale moonlight. His breath is ragged and hot as he suppresses a quiet whisper of a moan. He has never been held like this, never had his body pressed against the softness of a woman. It’s almost too much for him to take. The creature in him writhes with the new emotion, for once they are aligned and in agreement.
His eye darkens with his newfound desire as he breathes her in deeply, smelling ash, soot, and sweat as well as the sweetness of grass and dew. His lips trail further down her body, grasping lightly but firmly at her withers. He’s not sure exactly what he’s doing but it comes naturally, as if he has done this for years. As if he had explored many feminine bodies in his life, as if this wasn’t the first. Instinct and desire drowning out any remaining doubts.
”Ellyse…” Her name tumbles out, breathless and dark with the rapid beating of his heart. He’s not sure what exactly he’s asking or if he’s even asking anything. Lipping gently at the small strands of white at the base of her neck, feeling the tickling of her wings against his side. Tarnished gold meet one’s of hazel, pulling back slightly. "What I want right now is for you to stay. Right now, I don't want to be alone."
Ledger