09-30-2016, 03:46 PM
Oh, it’s so fun to push his buttons. To nudge him just a little too far, to coax with her eyes and her voice and her body until he gives into what he’s been wanting from the moment he bumped into her. He closes his eyes, Revol’s handsome stranger, and groans low in his throat as she offers to walk away slowly and give him something to look at. Mmm, and that sound is even better than his growl, or at least just as good.
Then he’s suddenly beside her, touching her, velvet soft nose against her jaw, breathing hard, on the edge of losing control again. She melts into that touch, drawing in a gasping breath as he bites down on her cheek. Didn’t take much, did it? And thank all that’s holy for that. His breath on her skin, the way he steps so slowly into her, has her arching her back and pressing her body against his. His isn’t the only breath coming faster; his isn’t the only heart racing.
He grins, his mouth curving against her skin, and she trails her own down the side of his neck, nipping as she goes, sharp little bites chased by the feather-light brush of her lips. He feels different somehow this time, though she can’t quite pin it down. Less feral, and though she’d loved his raw passion, something in his eyes this time makes her shiver with anticipation. His every touch is slow, deliberate, delicious, sparking a fire to life in her belly. And she can hardly wait to burn.
“Does that mean I should stay then?” she purrs against his shoulder. “And are you ever gonna tell me your name, or are you growing a little too fond of honey to part with it?” He can keep his name a secret for as long as he wants. She’s got no objection to moaning or crying out a term of endearment instead. But it can’t hurt to ask.
Then he’s suddenly beside her, touching her, velvet soft nose against her jaw, breathing hard, on the edge of losing control again. She melts into that touch, drawing in a gasping breath as he bites down on her cheek. Didn’t take much, did it? And thank all that’s holy for that. His breath on her skin, the way he steps so slowly into her, has her arching her back and pressing her body against his. His isn’t the only breath coming faster; his isn’t the only heart racing.
He grins, his mouth curving against her skin, and she trails her own down the side of his neck, nipping as she goes, sharp little bites chased by the feather-light brush of her lips. He feels different somehow this time, though she can’t quite pin it down. Less feral, and though she’d loved his raw passion, something in his eyes this time makes her shiver with anticipation. His every touch is slow, deliberate, delicious, sparking a fire to life in her belly. And she can hardly wait to burn.
“Does that mean I should stay then?” she purrs against his shoulder. “And are you ever gonna tell me your name, or are you growing a little too fond of honey to part with it?” He can keep his name a secret for as long as he wants. She’s got no objection to moaning or crying out a term of endearment instead. But it can’t hurt to ask.