Pierce
Her genuine laugh sparks a glimmer of amusement from the ways it rings off of the walls of their offshoot. He relishes in the touch she offers, leaning into it not unlike a cat curling toward the touch. As for the comment, all Pierce can do is flash that wolfish smirk back, a bit of verbal conversation alongside the things unsaid.
That, and touch, Pierce supposes. Especially as he runs his knuckles along her neck, then expands his hand to cradle the side of her throat, the way that it’s both threatening and satisfying.
“As was I.” Pierce practically purrs, letting his hand lift from her neck to cup her jaw and cheek, fingers threading through her dark curls. “Are you now?” He asks, leaning closer, enough to nearly ghost a kiss against her lips, before he withdraws with another brief tease.
That, and touch, Pierce supposes. Especially as he runs his knuckles along her neck, then expands his hand to cradle the side of her throat, the way that it’s both threatening and satisfying.
“As was I.” Pierce practically purrs, letting his hand lift from her neck to cup her jaw and cheek, fingers threading through her dark curls. “Are you now?” He asks, leaning closer, enough to nearly ghost a kiss against her lips, before he withdraws with another brief tease.
