Safrin
Turning back, her eyes a perfect mixture of coy and vixen-like ferocit, Safrin raises a brow. Leaning forward, as if what comes next is a secret, she presses her lips against his ear so that he might feel the words she's sayng as much as he hears them. "I'd like to see you shackled against a wall." She whispers, the tip of her tongue just barely ghosting along the shell of his ear. "I want to feel you burning bright with need so much that it leaves you breathless and reckless." Pulling back, the necklace he's placed upon her glistening in the low light, Safirn regards him with a predatory stare for a moment.
"You're so sure of that, are you? The Fae are a warrior race. If your blade didn't kill her, what reason do you have in thinking she won't back to finish what you started?" Safrin wonders, her fingernail now slowly sliding down his torso.
"You're so sure of that, are you? The Fae are a warrior race. If your blade didn't kill her, what reason do you have in thinking she won't back to finish what you started?" Safrin wonders, her fingernail now slowly sliding down his torso.
