LOCKE
In the back of his head, he wonders if she's like this for other people or if this is something special, just for him. He doesn't think it is and maybe his grip on her throat tightens just a bit. He'll never hurt her, not if he has the choice, but the threat is there, or at least a facsimile of it. "Mm, roses. Good." He trails the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear before he bites it carefully. "Do you trust me?" Another laced question but he needs to know.
She jerks against his hand and he almost feels bad. That doesn't make him pick up his pace or anything though. She has to beg him for what she wants, has to let him destroy her and build her back up. At least that's what he wants. He'll just have to see if she's willing to play his game. His tongue goes back to tracing little paths on her neck before he sinks his teeth into a new spot.
She jerks against his hand and he almost feels bad. That doesn't make him pick up his pace or anything though. She has to beg him for what she wants, has to let him destroy her and build her back up. At least that's what he wants. He'll just have to see if she's willing to play his game. His tongue goes back to tracing little paths on her neck before he sinks his teeth into a new spot.
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
