She won't have to try very hard; Fox's body responds in exactly the way one might expect it to, and it's with a sharp inhale of breath that he rocks his hips against her, already hard and with no intention of teasing or prolonging what they both crave. "Gods you're beautiful," he whispers, the touch of her lips like fire along his throat, his hands unable to get enough of her curves.
It takes a lot of effort to part from Kiada enough that he might turn her around, pressing kisses along her shoulders and the back of her neck even as he guides her back and against him. One arm slips around her, cupping her breast and squeezing; the other slips between them so he might enter her from behind. As they come together the hunter hisses in a curse that betrays his pleasure, Fox trailing kisses along her jaw.
It takes a lot of effort to part from Kiada enough that he might turn her around, pressing kisses along her shoulders and the back of her neck even as he guides her back and against him. One arm slips around her, cupping her breast and squeezing; the other slips between them so he might enter her from behind. As they come together the hunter hisses in a curse that betrays his pleasure, Fox trailing kisses along her jaw.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
