There is the air of threat and pinpoint accuracy that Pierce can offer her, to allow her to indulge in her deepest darkest fantasies. Something that the brawler seems to have zero problem in fulfilling. In fact, if he were to say that he craved it, it wouldn’t be a lie. The way that he slips her hood off, the way that his almost too warm hand brushes against her skin, touching and exploring the fine tresses he finds and the curves of her horns, meeting her gaze with that determined look and demand.
Demand that he provides, where he does indulge her every wish and whim, content to devour and claim as much as he can from the pirate captain.
And when it’s done and they’re both breathless, Pierce doesn’t entirely withdraw from her – instead he keeps his corded arms braced on the table, giving her just enough space to slip out of reach without stopping her or blocking her, but simply indulging in the radiated heat between them.
Demand that he provides, where he does indulge her every wish and whim, content to devour and claim as much as he can from the pirate captain.
And when it’s done and they’re both breathless, Pierce doesn’t entirely withdraw from her – instead he keeps his corded arms braced on the table, giving her just enough space to slip out of reach without stopping her or blocking her, but simply indulging in the radiated heat between them.
