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Post by Willow on Jul 23, 2010 3:29:45 GMT -6
“If you did I would not be able to stop myself from ripping their eyes out,” she hissed, true fury backing up the threat. Oh, she was serious, deadly serious when it came to anyone touching her Ciel or even looking at him in a speculative way. He was /hers/. No one else was even worthy of thinking of him let alone look at him and especially touch him.
The thought made her growl softly and curl her fingers against his chest, sliding up against so that her nails bit into the sides of his neck while she dragged her hands up to just touch him. She needed to touch him. Taste him. Own him. Possess him. He was hers. All hers. No one else’s. Hers.
Mm. His voice always drove her mad. It was so deep, so dark, so filled with all of those promises that she knew he would keep.
“You know how much I love to watch you work,” she crooned back at him then, a wicked grin on her face as she roved his hands over him, her hands running down the leather armor vest and inciting a snarl from her twisted lips when she couldn’t touch his skin. The expression wiped from her face and was replaced with amusement in that quick, dangerous switch that demons were so damn good at. “Oh, and that reminds me somehow of something,” she mused, rising up on her toes as she scraped her teeth against his neck, lifting her face more to bite at his ear, hot breath rolling over his skin.
“That little vacation you proposed I take? I’ve been thinking, it’s not a bad idea. I need to get away from these /walls/.” The word was a vicious snarl as she pulled back enough to look up at him. “And I wanted to show you something. A place I think you’ll like. A special place.” When it came down to it, Asina was a demon, a wild creature that needed freedom and to allow her nature to take her over at least every once in a while. She needed to be in the forest. Her forest. Even if right now she couldn't rule from there like she was meant to, like she was born to, she needed to at least go there now and again to just be... herself.
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Post by Willow on Jul 23, 2010 13:11:28 GMT -6
He waited, and he watched. Every flicker of emotion that flashed over her face he absorbed as he waited for her to understand, to agree. He kept his body completely still as she crouched to rub dirt over the cuts in her palms, blocking them from view but not quite hiding the scent of her blood. If possible, he went even more frozen when she approached him, carefully removing one of his gloves and pressing the palm of his hand to cradle her face.
There was sadness in her now, there was a kind of understanding, but he wasn’t sure that she really realized the severity of it. Of who and what he was. Perhaps she never would, but as long as his Seal was on her, that wouldn’t really matter. He was a demon. He enjoyed the bloodshed, he craved it, and he spent his life riding close to a very thin edge between calm and enraged. Berserk. Today, Danalli had seen him as close to the edge as anyone ever had and lived to tell about it. If he had gone one more step, he would have killed her.
Demons don’t scare easy, especially Zanen, but that terrified him.
So when she looked up at him, her face cradled in his hand, and finally ceded, he took in a deep breath, his eyes flooding with instant relief as the life breathed back into his body and he leaned forward, his other arm looping around her waist to bring her closer to him as he pressed his lips to her forehead. “Thank you, my love,” he whispered, and there was a pause before his power pulsed and pushed, rising up like a thick and heavy liquid and rushing forward to wrap around Danalli. It was quick, but that power, that distinct power of a Seal, seeped into her very pores and into her core. It bonded with her, spread through her body.
And he was instantly aware of her. More aware than he had ever been. It was a rush, and it was a relief as he let out a deep sigh, pulling her tighter against him for a moment and just relishing in the feel of her body, so safe against his own.
“See, now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
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Post by libellule on Jul 23, 2010 18:38:36 GMT -6
A wicked smirked held his features and a sadistic growl fell from it. If his eyes could get any brighter from his amusement and his excitement they were. Oh he could do this all night.
The way her skin rubbed against him and the way her nails drove little sparks of pure lust into him. He released a breath at her little moves. “Oh,” he whispered the question to her as his grip tightened and his skin heated, “That could be so very entertaining…”
The smirk on his face was too mischievous, too playful, too malicious. “You play a dangerous game, Priestess.” And with that he tossed her back across the room forcefully so that she slammed onto her mattress. He strolled over, like the sinister predator he was. She’d hate this, this intimidation, this predatorily gaze, the way he could overpower her in this moment. And he… he would love it. He could care less about what she was thinking of doing. So long as he was involved it really didn’t matter.
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Post by libellule on Jul 24, 2010 6:40:12 GMT -6
It seemed like an eternity when she wasn’t in his arms. It seemed like her heart could barely beat when his lips were not on her skin. And when she pushed him from her just now she felt a part of her crumble into dust. And she watched as he was frozen from her actions as if he remembered exactly what he was capable of, as if he remembered that she was not like him. That face , that rejected face, made her heart break even more than his words had. But she was his. And that that was all that mattered anymore, that was all that she could see now. Nothing in this forsaken world could ever change it. Nothing.
So when he grabbed her waist, when their bodies met in this unimaginably important embrace, she changed. She understood, fully, the importance of his protection and the reason why he was doing it and accepting why he needed it so badly. Because she did need it, because she was in love with a monster and she couldn’t be happier. Because everything in her mind was screaming and barraging her to run, because her instincts were fighting against her strongest asset. Her stubborn heart. And nothing was going to win it over after Zanen.
She could feel it again as the surge of Zanen’s immense power skimmed so lovingly across her heating skin. There was a crackle that buzzed across her skin like an angry lion pacing back and forth in front of its cubs and mate. Alert and teeth bared, awaiting that chance to strike, awaiting its chance to unleash its unknown, untamed fury. She could hear his long dead growl, his seething rage. He would not let her fall from his grasp so easily.
“Hush,” she coaxed to her mind, her cheek against Zanen’s chest, she imagined that kindle demon freezing and staring at her in awe, “I wouldn’t put myself in harms way. Not for you. I promise. Trust me.” Though the growl did not cease, the lion sat down and the crackle silenced, the heat receded. She had controlled it and as her smile widened she felt it.
He wrapped an essence around her, like his shadows, but so much thicker and with so much more power. She felt it as it wrapped itself around her soul, her heart, her mind, her entire being. It covered her entirely before it soaked itself into her, becoming a part of her. She sighed as she felt those anchors mold to her, weave into her, caress and stroke her soul in such a way she could never imagine. She didn’t realize how much her grip had tightened around him as her fingers moved to his back and dug into his armor and his shirt. She was holding onto him, afraid to let go, never wanting to be apart.
She could feel his presence in her, she could feel him grab her heart, she could feel him holding it against his and guarding it.
Her fingertips danced up the nape of his neck before they slid down his now unmasked cheekbone to the bottom of his chin that she held with her index finger and thumb. She looked up to him with such a powerful forgiving look in her eyes as she pulled his face to hers. There was no doubt his shadows had them concealed from view. She brushed her lips against his as she spoke. “I suppose there’s no backing out now…” And with her amused chortle she closed the gap between them as she grabbed those lips with a rough and passionate kiss.
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Post by Willow on Jul 25, 2010 0:49:53 GMT -6
He was deadly quick when he lifted and tossed her across the room in one violent motion that sent her slamming against her mattress, her body already adjusting to the throw so that when she landed she was on one knee instantly, her teeth bared in a snarl and her hands arched in vicious claws, her nails sharp and ready to attack. Her eyes were pools of darkness flavored with lust and aggression as she glared up at him, watching him in both apprehension and anticipation as he stalked over to her.
It filled her with a primal sort of rage to watch him glide over to her, so powerful and so dominant, while they both knew that right then it was no contest who would win between them. No matter how hard she would fight, she would not be able to stop him from doing absolutely anything he wanted to her.
And that thought was extremely arousing. That heat flashed in her eyes as a low growl rumbled in her throat, a wicked smirk on her lips. “Oh Ciel, I don’t know a single other game to play,” she crooned, ready for him, willing to try to subdue him anyway, to fight and dig into him with her teeth, her nails. Besides, there were other weapons at her disposal that had nothing to do with the ethereal power that she could not tap into at the moment or the physical strength that power boosted.
She would not let him look at her with cocky superiority and have that be the end of it. Oh no. No way in hell.
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Post by Willow on Jul 25, 2010 1:43:10 GMT -6
He could feel that strange power inside of her crackle and hiss against this invading power of his Seal, testing it out, making sure that it was safe before it slowly retreated to watch like a guarded lion, ready to strike if anything went wrong. Well, he thought to himself as he brushed a hand down over her hair, nothing can harm you now. Not with me as your shield. There was no need to say it out loud or to her, because when it came down to it, Danalli wasn’t the one who needed that reassurance. Zanen was no one’s fool, he knew that it was for his own peace of mind that this was for. Perhaps somewhere deep down she realized that he was a monster, but she wasn’t afraid of him, not like she should have been for someone sleeping with the devil. No, this soothed him more than it soothed her, and perhaps it soothed her just because it calmed him so much, knowing that no matter what he would always be able to protect her. Zanen was the most powerful of demons. There was nothing out there that he could not protect her from other than Asina herself or that wretched sister of hers, Lilani.
His lips curved into a smile as he felt her hand cup his face and bring it down, as her lips consumed his own. It was a good feeling, a refreshing one. A safe one. For the first time, he was actually fully relaxed with her in his arms, with no worry that he might accidentally harm her in some way. Always he’d kept a part of him conscious and aware of what he was doing, how he was feeling, how he should act and think. Because one wrong move could spell disaster. One wrong move and he could lose her in ways that he would never be able to retrieve her again, in ways that would never bring her back, that he would never recover from.
Which would not only be detrimental to himself, but to Asina and this kingdom.
“No,” he purred against her lips, “no there isn’t. Looks like you are stuck with me for eternity, Danalli, are you alright with that?” He nipped along her jaw lightly, pulling her body flush against his before he nibbled his way back up to her lips and consumed her again in a heated kiss of passion, his shadows cradling them, shielding them from any stray eye. “You’re mine,” he growled softly, “wholly and completely. Do you know what it means to be coveted by a demon? To be loved by one?”
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Post by libellule on Jul 25, 2010 2:05:00 GMT -6
Oh he liked that.
So she had been on alert. And here he thought that lovie act would earn him a few points to keep her guard down just a tich. Silly of him to think such a thing. This was Asina he was thinking of. It seemed to reassure him even more that she was on alert, always on alert. Good… that meant he wouldn’t kill her on accident.
He mentally rolled his eyes imagining the ‘talk’ between him and Zanen. Man that would be hard to explain.
He watched her irritation grow and it brushed so heatedly against his aura. He loved it when the fire danced in her eyes. Like she was about to rip his throat out. What a sadistic creature he was, being enticed by the sheer evil things she could do him, by the things that would drive him over the edge. Oh he’d love to go berserk with her one of these days only to wake up bare, against each other, and the sheer carnage they would leave in their unstoppable wake. He was more than certain he would get that chance.
“Mm,” he laid a knee on her bed and then the other followed, “I suppose you’re lucky…” He crawled so ungodly slow to her as his teeth gleamed, aimed start for her bruised throat. He so wanted her to feel cornered, intimidated as his power grew and grinded flush against what little she had left. He wanted to coax that demon out of her. Screw Asina, he wanted his demon, his precious demon queen. And then he continued.
“This is my favorite game.”
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Post by Willow on Jul 25, 2010 2:26:04 GMT -6
Asina did not cower. She did not back away, she did not try to get out of his path as he advanced on her at a tortuously slow pace. One knee then the other touched the bed and then he was crawling toward her like a big and stealthy cat ready to sink his fangs into his favorite type of prey.
But Asina was not prey. There was not a single drop of blood in her or bone in her body, not a single hair nor bit of hide that was anything but predator. No matter how drained, how weak she was. No matter how powerful her opponent or the man about to ravage her was. Asina was the Tekanic Priestess, she was the ruler of her people, those who dwell in the night. More than that she was the demon queen and the queen of demons. Demon and other, that was what had once been used to describe her. Demon and more, demon and worse.
That poor fool had not realized that the ‘worse’ and the ‘more’ /was/ the ‘demon’. The true demon.
A vicious snarl ripped from her throat as he approached her, so confident in his power and his ability to intimidate her. But she would not back down, she would not submit. Not to him, not to anyone. It didn’t matter how little power she had at the moment, she was still Asina. And Asina never surrendered. Not even to Ciel. Especially not to Ciel.
The look in her eyes was dark and malicious as she poised herself, ready for an attack and ready to lash out herself as her lips turned into a smirk that managed to be both twisted and deceptively sweet.
“Oh? Good,” she purred, “ then you will remember that I am not the only one....
Her hand lashed out, sharp nails landing a hair’s breadth from his eye as she cupped his cheek and lifted his face, bringing it closer to her. She leaned her own closer and snapped at his mouth without touching it.
“....who plays a dangerous game.”
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Post by libellule on Jul 25, 2010 2:32:07 GMT -6
Oh my, she had missed the taste of him. That spicy energy of his that almost hypnotized her. This day had been so full of emotions and so many battles. She should have been absolutely exhausted; she should have sleep for so much longer than she did. She supposed it was because she was not quite finished with things that she had to do. She had forgotten that all she’d wanted and what she waited for was right here. And this kiss made it perfectly clear on what she’d been missing for these few hours. That purr must’ve vibrated through her entire body because she felt her body shudder right back and as he pulled her to him, the power and the quickness forced a sharp gust of air out of her before she could even hold it back. As she looked up to him, those clear lavender eyes so full of emotion, she realized just how at peace he was with this moment and she couldn’t help but smile. She’d seen relaxation in his eyes before, but never without caution, never without worry. But this… This was peace, at least with her.
As she leaned her cheek to his ministrations her lips parted and her eyes closed against this amazing feeling as she tried to formulate something to say. But she was cut off by the sheer pleasure of his lips and she found her hand pulling his neck to her so much that her nails dug into his skin. She hoped that her luscious response would be more than enough for him to know that she knew /exactly/ what she had gotten herself into. When he released her mouth she sighed, not the slightest bit concerned of hiding how excited he made her. Besides… It wasn’t like he couldn’t sense it.
She traced his lips lightly with her fingertips as she listened to his voice, her eyes almost hazy with delight. “Yes… and do you have any idea how happy that makes me?” Her voice was such a precious whisper before she continued. “Hm, I have a feeling…” there was a flirtatious brightness in her voice as she boldly sucked on one of his lips, “ That I am about to find out.”
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Post by Willow on Jul 25, 2010 3:00:11 GMT -6
A dark chuckle seeped from his throat as he nuzzled her own, teeth grazing and lips brushing here and there. Just to taste, to sample.
“No, darling, you do not, not completely, not yet,” he promised, his voice dark and warm, hot as a summer night as he pulled her tighter yet against his body and his shadows lovingly enveloped them. For several long moments they were shrouded in complete darkness, and for those moments his mouth had found hers again and he was drinking from it all the passion he could taste ready to be spilled from those wonderful lips of hers.
Goddess above, she tasted phenomenal. It was a flavor that was all her own, something that was so real and so fragrant, so potent that it sucked him in. Yet it was light at the same time, not too heavy, like he could sustain himself on it for the rest of his life and never grow tired of the caress of it against his tongue.
Then the world was dim instead of black as his shadows released them. Beneath their feet grass had become a plush rug and beside them a corral had become a large bed. One that they had shared many, many times before.
Ah, but this night it would be different. Very different. But oh, so fantastically brilliant all the same.
Zanen gave a low and eager growl as his lips found her throat again and he sucked at her pulse, needing to feel it thump against his tongue with the rhythm of her fervor and the anticipation of the lovemaking they were quickly twirling toward. He pulled back and loosened his grip just enough so that his hands could slide up her arms to find her own, grasping them in his as he pulled and tugged at her, spinning her while still holding onto her hands so that her back was against his chest and his nose was buried in the silky, fragrant fall of her glorious silver mane.
“Mm, I always get this compulsion,” he murmured as he nipped at the base of her neck, tongue flicking out to gather the distinct taste of her skin, “to consume you.” He rubbed his cheek against hers from behind, his hands leaving hers to coast over her body, up her stomach and her sides to cup her breasts, one remaining there as the other continued to brush up and along her neck before gently pushing her face to turn and meet his with the tips of his fingers.
His lips took hers gracefully.
“Mm, Pretty,” he purred to her. “You’re mine, Pretty. I love you, and you are mine. Let me show you what that truly means.”
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Post by libellule on Jul 25, 2010 3:02:17 GMT -6
Fantastic. Oh she wanted to play so lovingly abrasive. She better not cower, she better not flee. She better fight him. He wanted bruises. He wanted blood.
The closeness of her nails as she snatched his chin and snapped her sharp teeth /so/ tantalizingly close to him made a purr roam through him as his eyes grew a treacherous red tint. A tongue ran over his teeth as he roared in defiance. “You’d better watch yourself…” He checked his strength, watching her bruises before his hand encircled her neck. He once again slammed her down, pinning her to the bed, Ciel so wonderfully on top of her. He couldn’t wait to see that fire grow and fight him. His other hand had both of her wrists above her head as his growling hot lips rolled over the landscape that was her figure. That was his. He closed his eyes against her as he caressed her with his breath. Nothing was better than this. This thing that stroked as his satisfaction. He was happy heaven would never wait for him. He’d never be able to ravage anything like this. Like his Asina. He would never want to.
A wicked smile caught hold of his features as he stopped at her collarbone. He dropped heated kisses over her. He simply couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t hold back the bloodlust that thundered through him as he soaked his teeth into her supple skin. The taste of her almost drove him mad with want. Her hot pulse and her untamed warmth. He had to pull himself away as he released her neck and look at her snow skin in comparison to the mess that he’d spilled all over it. The crimson that streamed from her was so beautiful. It made him lay a kiss on those beautiful snarling lips, her warm blood all over his own.
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Post by Willow on Jul 25, 2010 3:22:52 GMT -6
She didn’t have time, really, to think as he moved in so fast, his hand around her neck and her back hard into the mattress in a violent push, his body ranging over hers. Only time to react. Only enough time for her lips to curl and her eyes to flame, a snarl rumbling against the pressure of his fingers twined so skillfully around her neck, which at the moment was dangerously breakable.
If she was too slow at the wrong moment or if he skipped too close to that edge all demons lived on, the one that was thinner and more delicate the more powerful the demon, then he would kill her and there would be nothing anyone could do about it. She would be dead, well and truly dead.
But that fact did not make her shrink back or play nicely. It didn’t make her try to woo him or make him go gentle or easy on her.
Oh no. That was out of the question entirely.
Her hands were restrained and although he was stronger than her by far she struggled anyway, just to give him the fight, the inconvenience of her body thrashing and rumbling with a growl as she tried to find a weak spot in his grip to slip from him grasp so that she could overpower him and throw him off, flip him over, and show him that she could be just as fierce and just as dominant.
Of course, it wasn’t only snarls that he could pull from her lips.
As his mouth roved over her, as his breath danced over her skin, her own gave a shuddering sigh and her body arched up with an instinctual eagerness. The need to be touched, to touch, to be claimed, to claim. His lips dropped hot and heavy to her skin, making her body shake with both fury and delight. Delight at the touch, fury that she couldn’t do anything about it as she still had so way free of his grasp.
Then his teeth sunk deep into her yielding flesh just below her collarbone and over the subtle mound of her breast beneath the captivity of her shirt and breast band. A sharp and immediate pain that swirled into a distinct spear of pleasure that tore through her entire body made her unleash a sound that was both growl and moan, her eyes closing, lashes fluttering for a moment before she locked her eyes on him again and growled, her lips turned up in that cruel smirk she wore so lovingly, her eyes ablaze with a bouquet of rage and hotter, sweeter, more potent things.
His lips touched hers and she greedily fed from them, biting at him, licking up her own blood and shedding his with a sharp slice to his lip. This wasn’t over yet. Asina shifted her weight and threw it around and to the side, pushing herself up with all of her strength as her legs hooked around one of his knees, giving her just enough leverage to roll them over so that she was straddling his waist. Her knees tightened, holding fast so that she wouldn’t be easily dislodged even as the blood on her chest soaked into the shirt, making it stick to her skin. This wasn’t anywhere /near/ over.
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Post by libellule on Jul 25, 2010 3:36:38 GMT -6
She'd barely noticed when the shadows fell away and she saw carpet under her muddy boots. His smell was toxic in her senses and it drove her insane. It blinded her to anything but his aroused soul.
“Oh,” she moaned so softly as he attacked her neck as her hands clawing so deeply up from covered nape to his hidden hair. She clenched her teeth to as she accepted this unrestrained lust that began to hit her like tidal waves slowly destroying a rocky shore. Oh she was in for such an amazing ride. His vocalizations only made her feel even more amazing.
When he spun her she tore the clothes that concealed the rest of his face, pulling them with her. As he placed his face in the crook of her neck one of her hands found his long black hair and the other… had found his muscular thigh and slowly traced an upward path it knew so well. She skimmed so close to his groin before placing pressure on his hipbone, rotating small electric circles into the wondrously sensitive area that was so tantalizingly close to another.
‘..to consume you.’
She couldn’t and she wouldn’t hold back the luscious moan that fell from her lips as his teeth promised to devour her. Her grip in his hair tightened, crushing him to her warm skin. As he explored her body her breath caught as he slid those amazing hands over her chest and she could only grind back onto him in such a pleased answer. “Oh I wouldn’t mind.” she stated in such a heated tone.
Kissing him would never get old. It was a fire that would never lose power.
“Yes. Yours, entirely,” she pledged with a throaty groan as the kiss end, the heat of her breath scorching his lips, “My precious Zanen, my dear Shadow, my loving Darkness, show me everything.”
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Post by libellule on Jul 25, 2010 4:00:09 GMT -6
He was more than pleased with her response. He was more than driven by lust when she arched her back against him. Even if she thrashed against him, Ciel knew oh-so well that she wanted more of him. And when she thrashed, well, it just turned him on more.
He was almost waiting for her to overpower him. He was almost sensing that she was fibbing about her power being low. He almost expected to find himself flying across the room and her slamming him into the tiled walls.
He growled with her when he heard that delicious angered response from his wicked love. The way her lips seemed to want his. He wanted her eyes to allow her to unleash that sadistic creature they kept at bay. The rage, the lust, the anger, the absolution of releasing her entire self. Oh it was delicious, it was compulsive, it was enthralling.
Her tongue felt so unnaturally good on his and when she bit into him he could not control the hand that dragged deep lines into her side, as his growl was absolutely thunderous and fanatical. He was so obsessed with the pain that fueled his lust, with the smell of blood and the feeling of it dripping of him that she was able to flip them.
He snarled sinisterly as he felt her legs wrap his knee as he tumbled from his perch. But as he lay back he took in the beauty of her figure that was drenched, deliciously, with her own blood. A dark chuckle fell from him as own of his hand slid to her back and grabbed a hold of that annoying fabric. Grabbing a handful of her wet shirt he pulled so leniently as the garment was torn from her.
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Post by Willow on Jul 25, 2010 4:01:25 GMT -6
A dark, throaty laugh rumbled from his lips directly to her skin at her eagerness, at the way her body moved and pressed against his own, further feeding the flames of his unwavering desire.
“Oh my darling,” he crooned with a dark chuckle and a shake of his head. “My sweet, precious, delicious darling.” He nipped at her, teeth grazing, his canines demon-sharp as they skated over her pulse, his hunger fresh and his hunger deep, immediate. But he didn’t bite, he didn’t ravage, he didn’t take and he didn’t fight or wound. Because this was Danalli.
“I need your skin,” he hissed. “Now, Pretty, I need your skin.” His body was on fire for her, filled with need that was hot and impatient, his body responding to her nearness and the playing of her hands, her hips, her body, her everything. It was something with only one cure: the touch of her body, bare and writhing beneath his own, against his own.
Mm. Zanen gave a groan as his gloveless hand quickly fluttered over the gloved one and removed one of the deadly sharp knives concealed there, deftly handling it between his knuckles as he used it to relieve her of the troublesome cloth that kept their bodies so far apart, so far from melding skin to skin in that most intimate contact he craved so much. He didn’t pause to think about the fabric itself. His want was too immediate for that. Besides, it was just cloth. Flimsy, irritating cloth that was in the way of his hands touching her skin and fulfilling her so much that she would be unable to move for hours after he was finished with her. Days.
After slicing the fabric just enough for it to fall to the ground, he put the knife back in its sheath and removed the glove entirely, placing it carefully on the top of the mantle next to the other one that his shadows had faithfully delivered before stepping back completely from her to remove the rest of his weapons. It was the only thing he did slowly and cautiously every single time they met and tore at each other, pulling at clothes and hair and body parts until they ended up tumbled in the bed together. No matter where they started or how they ended up, he always removed his weapons and put each one in the same place.
Long black sword went below the bed on one side and his twin shorter blades found their way to the same spot on the other side, then he turned back to Danalli with a hungry, wolfish smile painted across his lips. He’d removed his armor with his weapons and all that was left of his was the black cloth that covered the rest of him and the sturdy leather boots. But he’d been away from her for too long already and his hands needed to ghost over her skin again, needed to taste her pulse with his sense of touch.
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