the world shakes

Lilin Soulstorm · 04-21-2012, 05:13 PM

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He could have whispered nonsense to her and her body would have reacted just as fiercely. There was something primitive and incredibly alluring about the tone of voice he had addressed her with; it was low, guttural, a growl of sorts exerting virility in its purest form. The chemistry they shared had reached a certain threshold where she too, could not ignore the insatiable sensitivy enthralling her entire being. His warm breath settled on her fur every few seconds, leaving her yearning for more than just words. This was all new to her; she was, in a way, experiencing new levels of excitement never attained until now. Flicking an ear forward, grazing the Stormbringer male's nose; Lilin finally allowed a nonsensical "Mmh,'' to escape the confines of her throat.

Then her world came crashing down; she felt his grip loosen dramatically and an involuntary yelp came about. Her reaction stemmed from pure impulse. His grasp faltered and hers fastened around his neck; while he had complete dominion over their stability, she could decide whether or not he'd come crashing down with her. Before her heart rightfully leapt out of her chest, his arms found their way around her again just in time to inherit a sharp nip to his left shoulder. Her incisors did not fully sink in but her distress was made clear by the scrape lacerating his skin. ''Saul! Don't!'' she pleaded then, propping herself up tightly around his upper body.

His breath once again caressed her inner ear before her vexation could arise any further. The challenge in his inquiry made her fear another stunt and so she kept holding on for good measure. She wouldn't fall for it this time. But dealing with Saul was as unpredictable as the weather and sooner than later, a part of her fell victim to yet another caress. While she could have come up with a response to initiate more shenanigans; there was no more play left in her. Her answer came through physical contact as her head titled diagonally and a salmon pink tongue brushed against his cheek. Supplying him with affection was as satisfying as receiving it. Her grip did ease off eventually, only to redirect his face to hers with a gentle nudge of her hand. ''Please,'' she murmured then, her voice strained under the crushing weight of the sin she was about to commit.

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