you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
A soft laugh escaped from his lungs at her whine; fingers further entangling, unwinding, amongst crimson tresses, mouths closer and closer still. Mischief wound its way through his mind, but not before relishing in other senses, semblances playing out like a gentle, unfurling inferno. Her tongue only brought forth another growl, other promises and convictions very suddenly unbidden, but he didn’t relent nor retreat.
Maybe she was playing with fire, while the plumes of the springs rose around them, vestiges of heat and warmth lingering on multiple surfaces. He chased, predacious to a fault, his own tongue intentionally following, tracing –
Before the devilry took over again, and his mouth widened into a feral grin, eyes still closed and committing to touch, to feel, to taste – while water incantations began once more. Summoned and looming, crawling and inching upward, where they might haphazardly splash at her back.
Maybe she was playing with fire, while the plumes of the springs rose around them, vestiges of heat and warmth lingering on multiple surfaces. He chased, predacious to a fault, his own tongue intentionally following, tracing –
Before the devilry took over again, and his mouth widened into a feral grin, eyes still closed and committing to touch, to feel, to taste – while water incantations began once more. Summoned and looming, crawling and inching upward, where they might haphazardly splash at her back.
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