"Someone like me?" Neron says with the barest hint of a challenge in his voice, a smirk curling across his lips. He arches up ever so slightly as she unbuttons his shirt, pushing away dark material to reveal pale skin with the barest hints of scars, here and there. All but the deepest of wounds inflicted by his childhood have healed away, though Neron puts that down to luck. He settles back into the blankets once Morgan is straightening up again, giving him quite the glorious view of her.
And he doesn't waste the opportunity, when it's presented, his smile growing into a fanged and sly sort of grin. Cool hands run along the length of her thighs, Neron shifting to sit up as best he's able. "As you wish," he murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to the soft skin of her throat, even as one hand explores the curve of her hips, curling around to rest against the small of her back.
Pressing her deliciously closer, his kisses drop down over her collarbones towards the swell of her bosom, Neron humming a note of appreciation as he wreaths himself in her warmth.
