ah…!
the tight grip on his waist is surprising, but it isn’t unwelcome, not when rishar’s desire starts to become more and more clear to the dragon. listening to rishar speak, low and rough, sends shivers along kija’s body. the smaller’s lashes flutter as he looks up at rishar, leaning in close so their foreheads touch.
then help me understand, my alpha.
he whispers back, claw gripping onto rishar’s shoulder
show me all of your desires… i’ll give into you, totally and completely. you can have your way with me, my heart. keep me full, keep me by your side, until the sun rises and falls. i just want you…
his hands grip at kija's waist with a bruising strength, whether to ground himself or keep his lover from getting any closer should the heat rise higher to his head and the blood rush lower.
tired of you...?
it was so absurd that all he could think of was digging his sharpest teeth into the base of his mate's neck until blood stained his tongue, ruining him for anyone else who would make the fatal mistake of so much as glancing /his/ omega's way
my dear, i don't think you understand...
he seethes, speaking in low, short breaths
there is no one, and nothing, i desire more than you. if i could keep you locked up and bound, stuffed repeatedly, until your insides have taken the shape of me, i would do so in a heartbeat.
be careful? but why?
he wonders aloud, leaning in so their bodies are flush against one another. his hand wanders up his lover's chest, claw pulsing slightly as he feels up his body. the familiar sensation of his heat buzzes underneath his skin as he his lips.
do you not want to hear how badly i need you, my love? you haven't grown tired of me yet, have you?
his breathing becomes progressively more labored, mind shifting between focusing on the sultry words that fill his ears and kija's dangerous appearance. he swallows as his eyes drop from his lover's hungry gaze to where bare skin peeks through slipping garment, which rishar is quick to snatch up in tight fists and adjust back in place before such a sight couldnbecome public to anyone but him
my love...
he growls, low and guttural – a warning, if not a promise
be careful what you say here... i'm not sure i could help myself if you keep going..
i'll want you inside me.. filling me up, so you're focused on nothing else but keeping me full.
he kisses down rishar's neck, trailing them along his collar, when he glances back up at his lover, his eyes are dark from blown pupils. his cheeks are red now, and he reaches to nudge parts of his robe loose to ease the burning of his body
a shudder racks through him as warmth ghosts over his throat and tugs at his ear, forcing him to clench his teeth to subdue a groan
do i...? must be because i'm trying to catch the attention of a certain beauty ...