And it burns like a gin and I like it,
The people that linger in the bar are the farthest thing from her mind, but even if they weren't, she's never been a shy person. As he strips her blouse from her body, the rush of cold air against her skin only makes her more eager to lean into Pierce, to feel the warmth of his touch all over her. Luckily, she doesn't have to wait long for his shirt to follow, and her hands immediately move to his chest, his waist, his arms, his abs. They trail, teasing and delicate, her nails hinting at more while she basks in the firm muscles beneath her fingertips, the power and strength they hint at.
With barely a hint of effort, he pulls her closer, where she can feel every inch of him through their pants. Her fang clamps down on a moan that threatens to escape, but she can't hide the slow flushing of her cheeks or the pounding of her pulse. One hand coils through his hair again, the other wrapping around his back as if begging him not to pull away, her body craving his every touch.
She sucks in a breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she lifts her head to feel his teeth against her throat. "Let them watch if they dare." Although, if they prove to be in the way, she won't hesitate to dispose of them. But it's not only about what she wants, and Thal tilts her eyes enough to scan him, teasing with a hint of a desire to please as she asks, "Unless you'd prefer a private show?"
With barely a hint of effort, he pulls her closer, where she can feel every inch of him through their pants. Her fang clamps down on a moan that threatens to escape, but she can't hide the slow flushing of her cheeks or the pounding of her pulse. One hand coils through his hair again, the other wrapping around his back as if begging him not to pull away, her body craving his every touch.
She sucks in a breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she lifts her head to feel his teeth against her throat. "Let them watch if they dare." Although, if they prove to be in the way, she won't hesitate to dispose of them. But it's not only about what she wants, and Thal tilts her eyes enough to scan him, teasing with a hint of a desire to please as she asks, "Unless you'd prefer a private show?"
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
