save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
Her shallow breaths are already an ignition for him, finding that sweet spot between getting her to relax and trust him, to give into the feeling – to experience why he chose this as an outlet, to drown himself over and over in intimacy to forget about everything else, even if it only lasted for the night. He wanted to share it with her, to give her what Nate couldn’t with the bite, and he’s succeeding.
Her hesitation relaxes as soon as he purrs to her, drifting nearer and letting his hand trail up her thigh, the other tangling in her hair as he uses his elbow to prop himself up, shivering beneath the touch of her hands as they run down his sides, brushing over the scar at the top of his hip where Lusea had stitched him up. And he breaks the kiss as soon as he can feel her attention, his gaze a storm of emotions, of a thundering heart and swirling flaming steel as he meets her lust raged eyes.
Even her whisper of his name is like a prayer, and his hand drifts higher along her thigh to the apex once more, knuckles stroking against her softly at first, but remaining to get her to writhe once more as he applies a bit more pressure, to give her as much preparation as he can. “Do you want me, Maea?” He asks, a husky whisper to her ear as his head nears her neck again, to pepper it with kisses and smaller bites, elongated canines prodding and poking, leaving behind what’s sure to be a bruise or two as he continues his own worship of her.
Her hesitation relaxes as soon as he purrs to her, drifting nearer and letting his hand trail up her thigh, the other tangling in her hair as he uses his elbow to prop himself up, shivering beneath the touch of her hands as they run down his sides, brushing over the scar at the top of his hip where Lusea had stitched him up. And he breaks the kiss as soon as he can feel her attention, his gaze a storm of emotions, of a thundering heart and swirling flaming steel as he meets her lust raged eyes.
Even her whisper of his name is like a prayer, and his hand drifts higher along her thigh to the apex once more, knuckles stroking against her softly at first, but remaining to get her to writhe once more as he applies a bit more pressure, to give her as much preparation as he can. “Do you want me, Maea?” He asks, a husky whisper to her ear as his head nears her neck again, to pepper it with kisses and smaller bites, elongated canines prodding and poking, leaving behind what’s sure to be a bruise or two as he continues his own worship of her.
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
