Pierce
Like a game of cat and mouse, he corners her and she slinks away just enough to keep that reverberating heat between them without touch, even as she harbors the entirety of his focus enough to not notice the dull thud of some of the trinkets on the table falling below. Those certainly aren’t his problem, not when he’s alight with the idea of her, his deep voice thrumming a whisper to her ear that’s met with her own.
A nearly imperceptible shiver runs down Pierce’s spine as her mouth quite nearly brushes against his ear, a quite low rumble of a hum that purrs through him to feel the sharp edge of a fang of hers drag along his earlobe. Her words only serve to bring more of that shiver, the goosebumps, the anticipation he can taste on his tongue as he straightens a fraction, large and almost impossibly warm hands lift to the hood she wears, tugging it down to reveal the rest of her dark curls, the horns that sprout, and he tempts with himself on whether he wants to continue to touch rather than devour.
He'd like to do both, truth be told, but Pierce can be patient when needed, and this is quite a fun little game, so he does decide to touch, sinking his fingers into her dark curls to brush them back, hoping to expose her neck a bit more that he might taunt and tease her with his hot breath, the faint brush of his lips, the sharp tease of his teeth.
(Feel free to fade them at any point if you’d like!)
A nearly imperceptible shiver runs down Pierce’s spine as her mouth quite nearly brushes against his ear, a quite low rumble of a hum that purrs through him to feel the sharp edge of a fang of hers drag along his earlobe. Her words only serve to bring more of that shiver, the goosebumps, the anticipation he can taste on his tongue as he straightens a fraction, large and almost impossibly warm hands lift to the hood she wears, tugging it down to reveal the rest of her dark curls, the horns that sprout, and he tempts with himself on whether he wants to continue to touch rather than devour.
He'd like to do both, truth be told, but Pierce can be patient when needed, and this is quite a fun little game, so he does decide to touch, sinking his fingers into her dark curls to brush them back, hoping to expose her neck a bit more that he might taunt and tease her with his hot breath, the faint brush of his lips, the sharp tease of his teeth.
(Feel free to fade them at any point if you’d like!)
