Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
She watches the bob of his throat as the bottle touches his lips. His following grin has her giddy with anticipation of the possibilities they could have together. What sort of chaos could they make together? Just the prospect excites her. "I like you." The words echo in her ears, shocking her enough to elicit a genuine laugh. No ulterior motives of teasing or tempting, it escapes freely. She has yet to understand this stranger and his intentions, but she has enjoyed each moment so far. Reaching her hand forward to run it down his chest, taking her time, she purrs softly. "What is there not to like?" Thal is half tempted to say the words back to him but chooses to playfully withhold them. As a consolation, she gives him a teasing smirk that practically screams them back.
His deep laugh reverberates within the stone walls, each note landing comfortable around her. When the back of his knuckles stroke her neck, Thal's breath hitches imperceptibly. She swallows at the touch and her lips part inaudibly. The intensity with which he looks at her vulnerable throat has a moan itching to break free but she contains the urge and waits, watching.
As his piercing blue eyes once again meet hers and his hand gently holds the rapid beat of her heart, Thal bites her lip with a single fang to find her voice. "I was bored." It was both an admission and another challenge. The power of his position should signal her to run or pull back. His muscular arm bracketing her hips, his solid torso leaning in, and his large hand around her fragile neck. She should be afraid... But Thal doesn't like fear. She presses her throat into his hand, grinning up at him to expose her neck further.
