And it burns like a gin and I like it,
Thal doesn't mind the heat of his touch, savoring every place that their skin comes in contact. Even if she wasn't pinned against the bar, she'd be pressing into him, doing everything she can to have their bodies closer. The only exception is when he reaches between them, his hands working at her pants while she lifts a devious grin to his ear, dark and tinged with smoke. "Good. Let's show them what their missing."
It's only as she feels the rest of her clothes fall that she pulls back, just in time for him to steal her lips. Her mind erupts again in a flash of purple pleasure, deep and deliciously toxic. She presses into the kiss like a swimmer coming up for air, mouth open and hungry for what greets her. Between every seductive movement and drag of her fangs, Thal is aware of his hands traversing lower, her legs spreading with the heat through her veins, inviting. The pressure of her own fingers increases as if she might guide his hands to the right spot, just...
There.
It's brief, fleeting, teasing, and not enough. Her hips roll towards his fingers and her breath hitches, devolving into a moan against his lips that she lets ring for him, uncaring about the others that might still be lingering in the bar. She's much too invested in the growing need and the way her body seems to be singing a dark melody, calling for him. The need only grows with every touch, begging him to show her that violet abyss that she knows exists, the symphony beyond.
She moves to help him with the buttons of his own pants, a hunger in her movements that does nothing to hinder her deft fingers. The moment they're released, she's pushing them past his hips, already reaching for him, stroking, appreciating. Her hands are slow and indulgent, excitement sparking through her.
It's only as she feels the rest of her clothes fall that she pulls back, just in time for him to steal her lips. Her mind erupts again in a flash of purple pleasure, deep and deliciously toxic. She presses into the kiss like a swimmer coming up for air, mouth open and hungry for what greets her. Between every seductive movement and drag of her fangs, Thal is aware of his hands traversing lower, her legs spreading with the heat through her veins, inviting. The pressure of her own fingers increases as if she might guide his hands to the right spot, just...
There.
It's brief, fleeting, teasing, and not enough. Her hips roll towards his fingers and her breath hitches, devolving into a moan against his lips that she lets ring for him, uncaring about the others that might still be lingering in the bar. She's much too invested in the growing need and the way her body seems to be singing a dark melody, calling for him. The need only grows with every touch, begging him to show her that violet abyss that she knows exists, the symphony beyond.
She moves to help him with the buttons of his own pants, a hunger in her movements that does nothing to hinder her deft fingers. The moment they're released, she's pushing them past his hips, already reaching for him, stroking, appreciating. Her hands are slow and indulgent, excitement sparking through her.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
