It wasn't remotely helpful, keeping her hands above his waist, because somehow his fucking arms had become an erogenous zone, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed past a fresh clutch of raw lust that tempted him just as much--to finish that sentence, there in the open, to lose control and lose himself in her body.
Cursing sharply in the ancient tongue, Neil kissed her again, took her face between his hands and took her mouth the way he wanted to take the rest of her until his own knees got weak and he trusted himself to break away.
For three long, controlled breaths, he pinned her there, forehead against hers, sharing her air...and finally stepped back, one hand dropping from her face to thread his fingers through hers. The other lifted to his mouth, wiping across it and coming away with the bright red smear of lipstick, a waxy parody of blood that brought a brief, feral grin to his face.
It was a perfect image: he felt exactly like a dragon with a taste of the kill.
Licking the taste of her off his lips, he started walking backwards, pulling her along with him with that same hungry smile--back on the path, closer to the inn. And her room.
And the privacy he needed to make her growl like that again.
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Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Date: 2018-09-13 05:53 am (UTC)Cursing sharply in the ancient tongue, Neil kissed her again, took her face between his hands and took her mouth the way he wanted to take the rest of her until his own knees got weak and he trusted himself to break away.
For three long, controlled breaths, he pinned her there, forehead against hers, sharing her air...and finally stepped back, one hand dropping from her face to thread his fingers through hers. The other lifted to his mouth, wiping across it and coming away with the bright red smear of lipstick, a waxy parody of blood that brought a brief, feral grin to his face.
It was a perfect image: he felt exactly like a dragon with a taste of the kill.
Licking the taste of her off his lips, he started walking backwards, pulling her along with him with that same hungry smile--back on the path, closer to the inn. And her room.
And the privacy he needed to make her growl like that again.