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Post by Willow on Jun 11, 2007 2:00:55 GMT -6
For the first time that night, the touch barrier was finally broken. Asina's hand slid up his chest as he pulled her up against him by the small of her back. Chin rose at his touch and she met his gaze, her own dark gaze flickering with the burning feelings inside.
A shudder that slipped past her suppression danced through her body as he lowered his lips to her ear, and her eyes fluttered shut. Her hands curled into fists in the cloth of his shirt and she tilted her head just enough so that her lips were now against his ear. "I know," she whispered, her breath slipping over his ear and down his neck. "I know that as much as I know that I, am yours."
This had been a dare of her wandering mind. She had known what she'd wanted, but never before had she thought it possible to be hers. And yet, she had always thought of Ciel as 'Hers'. There was a selfish part of her, and that claimed him.Fully and completely, it claimed him. He was hers and hers alone.
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Post by libellule on Jun 11, 2007 2:21:04 GMT -6
He knew his breath was seering, he knew, because she was the one shuddering from it. "Tell me, my little minx," he whispered viciously as his mouth slid down the beautiful line of her long graceful neck, his lips gliding softly across her already heated skin, his kisses left pinkish spots from the heat.
He felt her small hands dig at his chest and it made him breath deeply. Zephyrs are very sensitive creatures when it comes to lust. He wanted her to touch him again and again. He wanted her to kiss him, to grip him, to rake his skin. He wanted her to love him. His breathing deepened and slowed as he pinned her against the wall, his gaze hungry and his want rising. "Tell me, whatever ever made you think I never was?" But he wasn't finished. She was his. She'd be his for as long as he could will it so. "This is my promise," he whispered huskily.
And he kissed her. He pressed his lips against those beautiful ones of hers. The feel of them, their softness made him shiver and growl softly. His passion could show her because his passion could love her.
It was the only promise he could ever give her, it was the only thing he could do to show her how he cared.
Ciel could not love. Demons did not love, but he would adore her and care for her to the fullest his demonic soul would allow.
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Post by Willow on Jun 11, 2007 2:35:30 GMT -6
Trapped between him and the wall, his heat, his lust, and a solid barrier that pressed her body against his, was an enticing experience.
Her lips were already parted in ready for a reply when his own pressed against them in a deep, hungry passion. His growl made her shudder against him, her hands tightening about the fabric of his shirt as she returned the kiss.
When it broke, she looked up at him, her skin flushing slightly. "This promise I do accept," she said, her voice low and smooth. Seductive. And she believed him. Trusted him.
They say demons cannot love. This is true and it is false. Asina was raised by demons. It is not a matter of the inability to love, it it the incapacity for something such as love which is viewed so trivially among them. Ciel's passion and his willingness. His promise. That was his love. It wasn't human love. But neither of them were human, so that did not matter.
Her breath came out in a deep, hot sigh and she pulled him closer against her by the grip she held on his shirt. She wanted him as close to her as he could get. Her lust, her body, her everything, would settle for no less.
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Post by libellule on Jun 11, 2007 2:52:57 GMT -6
"Mmm," he murmured hotly, his lips brushing against hers, "This is where you squirm."
So he was demon. It /was/ his job to be dominant, he wouldn't really be a demon if he wasn't. His large hands slid down her slender, curvacious thighs until they slid past her hips, gliding across her two soft cheeks, which he cupped and lightly lifted. He cause her height to grow and her legs to spread as he slid his own waist against hers. Only now she was really trapped and he was almost certain she could feel his excitement as he groaned against her heat.
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Post by Willow on Jun 11, 2007 3:01:33 GMT -6
A small, delightful sound vibrated in her throat as his hands slid over her. Once completely and truely trapped between him and the wall, she did squirm, her legs tightening to lock around his waiste. Because she wanted to press against him. Because she couldn't help but move her body against his.
As much as she could feel his excitement, she felt her own begin to grow ferverently. Their height was matched now, or almost so, and she slipped her small hands beneath the folds of his shirt, gliding them over his chest and the muscles of his shoulders, fingers kneading in, massaging at the same time as she just gripped him tightly because she wanted to, because she could. Her neck arched to the side slightly, baring her slender pale neck, and she gave a seductive smirk, dark eyes searching his face.
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Post by libellule on Jun 11, 2007 3:31:49 GMT -6
The tightening of her legs around him make him purr softly as she pushed up against him roughly. But it was the movement that sent him off the edge. Though it wasn't how she moved against him. It was how she squirmed. He loved how she fought back, it made his back tingle they ran up and down and back again.
Oh that heat, that wet boiling heat. His eyes closed as his forehead leaned against hers. Her shivered against her touches, as if they were little shocks that tapped against his already blazing skin.
He eyed that porcelain neck, so easily 'sacrificed' for his longing desire. Ciel ran his tongue over his sharpened canines as he began at her collarbone, his free hand holding the other side of her neck. Her licked affectionately, but didn't slobber or drool, didn't suck hard enough to bruise or even darken the skin with so much as darker shade of her skin color. His liks brought up and down her neck and he took his damn time. Kisses followed his licks and thrusts met her grinding hips as his fevered lips refused to stop.
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Post by Willow on Jun 11, 2007 23:32:39 GMT -6
A dark, knowing smirk slipped across her blushed lips as she felt his excitement at her struggle against him, her squirming. So it enticed him when she fought back, was as rough, or almost so, as he was? She could do that.
Her eyes pressed shut and her nails dug into his shoulders as a low, errotic hum vibrated in her throat. Slender yet muscular body moved against his, pressing agaisnt him and then back, her back pressed hard against the wall, knees and thighs tense about his waist. The running of his tongue along her neck was richening her fervor for him, the constant contact increasing her heart-rate.
Damn it, she had wated so long for this. She had wanted him for what seemed like forever, and now she just wanted him to touch her, to just have her.
Fuck it, he could push her against the wall harshly and roughly, and it would only make her want him more.
"Mmm," she voiced softly, "Ciel...." Her tongue caressed the word like it was a dark errotic secret, lips forming it with the sensuality of the demonic passion they shared, her voice filled with dark promises.
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Post by libellule on Jun 18, 2007 0:00:13 GMT -6
My my... So that was what she wanted. So that was why she was struggling. So that was why she was begging... The heated silence was severed by his notorious erotic chuckle, that sounded surprisingly sudden.
He slammed against her, pushing them closer as he groaned against her tightened hold around his waist. He wondered where she learned to do things like that, but he shook it off as the jealousy was shoved away before it began to grow. Grabbing a hold of her backside once more, maybe this time a bit more violently, he sat down on the bed. With Asina on his lap, and his lips still at her neck, his hands fingered at the straps that had fastened her chest plate.
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Post by Willow on Jun 18, 2007 0:14:04 GMT -6
A low, throaty gasp slipped free as he slammed against her, her body moving nearly automatically more against his at the forceful-ness that was arrousing her more that one would probably expect from her rather non-intimidating appearance. Her neck arched backwards, head rotating around as he moved them back, supporting her until sitting down on the bed with her on his lap.
That smirk slipped across her lips agin and she looked down at him, her eyes a thick honey-brown that was gradually darkening seductively. She let him toy with the straps of her chest plate and slid it off before moving against him in a tantaling slow motion, using the muscles of her thighs to move her closer to his body, consequentially pressing her backside against and dragging it across his lap.
Her hands were still on his shoulders and she used that as a bit of support as she untangled her legs from about his waist a bit so that she could straddle his legs, just sitting on them lightly, hardly touching, teasing him for being so close yet hardly touching, daring him to make the next move.
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Post by libellule on Jun 18, 2007 0:34:00 GMT -6
'Wench,' his mind grumbled as the plate tumbled on the wooden floor with a 'clang.' But his annoyance froze as she looked down at him, loving. Or atleast... as lovingly as she could. Those eyes of hers were so beautiful, so full of compassion. The adoration churned his eyes into a deep vermilion that glistened darkly.
But her movements cut off the romantic edge that moment had as his hands gripped at him lower back, his sharpened nails digging into her skin as his head tipped back, his eyes closing from the bliss. Ciel fell back into the surprisingly comfortable plush blankets of the bed. He looked back up to her, through half lidden eyes, sexily eyeing the cotton garb that held her torso in a formless matter. A vicious smirk slithered across his features mischeviously as he grabbed a fistful of fabric. He gave a soft tug and the fabric ripped free as if it were paper. Slowly and softly, he drug his clawlike nails across her bare chest, drinking up her gorgeous form and flawless features. But he did everything to avoid her perky breasts that screamed to be grabbed, licked and kneaded. Oh, he loved his teasing.
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Post by Willow on Jun 18, 2007 0:49:31 GMT -6
Her slender form rose to it's knees in a smooth, fluid motion as his nails dug into her soft flesh, eyes fluttering shut as she gasped soflty. Slowly, she sat back down on his lap and watched as he fell back, shaggy black locks falling into her eyes, giving her a mysterious edge.
She didn't even move a a mucle, not a twitch, as he ripped the cloth from her body, having read his intentions in the tensing of his muscles. Then his nails were raking into her chest and she almost rose to her knees again with a deep, though soft groan of tantalizing pleasure. Instead, she moved forward, roughly grinding against him, one hand falling to land on his chest.
Her back arched. 'Bastard,' she thought to herself, though in themost affectionate way possible, as he touched her, but just enough to leave her wanting more.
One dainty hand slipped under the fabric of the shirt he was wearing, hovering between it and his skin for a few moments before she pressed down, her own nailsdigging into his chest and dragging downwards as she leaned forwards and over him, eyes flashing open again.
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Post by libellule on Jun 18, 2007 1:02:39 GMT -6
"It's not nice to call people names," his voice had grown coarse and husky through the hard breathing, but his smirk hadn't faltered.
The sounds she purred made him course with lust as his hands gripped at her hips, forcing them down harder as he met them. He couldn't stand this barrier between them for long. Even though cotton was thin, it was strong enough to hold them back and agonizingly apart.
Ciel sucked in a breath harshly as the touch of her hand scorched through his skin. Baring his fangs in the pleasure, his hands followed eachother up her spine, barely gracing her skin.
But as the other gripped his flesh and made its way down his skin, the sweltering heat of the room did nothing to halt his shudder. 'Lower,' his thought, groaning inwardly, his grip tightening subconciously.
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Post by Willow on Jun 18, 2007 1:10:14 GMT -6
A low, feral growl rumbled in her throat as he pressed her tighter down against him. This fabric was pissing her off. She writed over him, grinding herself harder against him, as if she could force them together, force him into her despite the barrier of the fabric of their trousers.
Needless to say, that didn't work, but she continued to squirm, to grind aginst him as a shudder danced down ehr spine at his hands sifting over it. A smirk blossomed over her lips as she felt him shudder, and that in turn, released a small sound from her throat. Her hand continued to rake down his chest, over his toned, perfect abdoment, to clutch the rim off his pants in a tight fist.
A sharp tug, and she leaned over him again, pressing tightly down against him as she did so so that she could kiss him lightly on the lips before her fingers teased the skin just past the rim of his pants.
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Post by libellule on Jun 18, 2007 1:37:18 GMT -6
She'd better watched the buttons she pressed with her 'all-knowing' attitude. Ciel would sit back and let her play now, he'd be obedient, but not for long. Though he failed to hold back the throaty growl that shook the room, ferociously as she touched him. He failed to forced down the quake as his back raised up slightly.
He wanted her caress and the feel of her stripped body against his. He knew her games now and her touches were beginning to drive him insane. He hissed as her fingers skimmed dangerously low and her chest brushed up against his clothed one.
Opening his eyes, they begged her to undress him, they pleaded her, astoundingly. There was only some much he could take before his cravings went mad.
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Post by Willow on Jun 18, 2007 1:47:13 GMT -6
It was a look that she didn't need twice.
Her hands drew away from his pants and gripped his shirt, pushing it up and smoothly taking it off of him. It was driving her as crazy as it was him, she was just having more fun with it. She bent low over him, pressing her upper body against his as she lead a trail of kisses and small nips up his chest to his lips, where she hovered for a few moments.
Yes, she was still teasing him. She wasn't sure why, it was as much of a torture for her, as well, but a part of her wanted him to lose that edge of control he was currently holding on to, for now. Asina could tell he was close, and she wanted to push him over that edge. Using one hand to brace herself to the side of him on the bed, she hovered over him, the other hand trailing down his chest to unlace the tie of his cotton trousers.
Once it was undone, she rested both hands on his chest as she sat down right above his pantline, moving backwards over him so that she was basically removing his pants with her body. To feel him, with only her own cotton trousers as a barrier between them, caused her to shudder, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment, the heat in her body evident, as was her rising arrousal.
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