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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 6, 2011 22:41:41 GMT -8
She almost growled as she was pulled away from that bite. Hunger for more. She wanted, no, needed more.
Laying on the bed, her eyes, bridged with crimson watched him with a desire she hadnot felt in some time. Pure instinct driving her into full fledged yearning to have him close to her.
As his shirt was removed, she would inch back onto the bed until they were again pressed up to one another.
"Mine......"
That was all she said and yet it was heated and lustful and full of a basic, animalistic lust that she could not deny.
She had been with men and women before who she wanted, who had wanted her. But none would take from her what she could truly dish out, save for one.
Pressing her body to his, she ran her tonge along the trail of blood that had spilled from his neck and down to his chest. A sultry moan escaping just before teeth sank into his chest and her nails dug deep into the flesh of his back.
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Post by Jack on Oct 8, 2011 9:16:25 GMT -8
Jack let out a sigh of excitement as she pressed against his body, enjoying the feeling of her chest pressed against his. But with all things there could always be improvement. His hands would caress her curves, flirting with the temptation to dive in deeper. Always hindered by those pesky clothes to get at what he really wanted. What his goal really was, and what he really wanted.
Jack's hands drifted up over Kevala's back to her neck, his fingers running through her long hair, working their way through any knots, a gesture intended to ease her to come closer. It was as if they were reverting back to their primal instincts of love making, the sexual connotation long hair brings was very much a stimulus to him. On a conscious level neither one would realize what the other was doing to them it would feel like Jack was simply fiddling with Kevala's beautifully maintained hair. Grooming was long a sign of affection and to modern humans remains so, but to Jack and Kevala hair was also a tool to be used to add a spark to the situation.
Jack would tug sharply at Kevala's hair before letting go quickly, his hands drifted back down her neck, and over her well muscles and defined upper back finally resting in the curve of her back. Jack frowned, pulling on the clothes that covered her torso. I think these must go, in fact I want it all to gone"
Jack would grin, lifting his head up he would bite Kevala on the neck not enough to break the skin but enough to get her attention, she may be on top but he called the shots. At least until Kevala decided Jack needed to be caged.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 8, 2011 10:09:05 GMT -8
His fingers through her hair, it was so much more than just a simple gesture of admiration. More than his desire to feel her silken tresses through his rough textured hands. She knew that, and with every inch of hair that slid freely through his grip she weakened more and more. Then, he gripped and tugged, making her tremble softly as she knowingly exposed her neck to him without a single word having to be spoken.
The bite more than enough to garner her attention, quickly shifting her from the aggressive one to the more submissive, her hand softly trailing over his chest, nails lightly dragging against his flesh.
When he spoke, icy hues fluttered open, their color just a bit darker now with passion and that red tinge of lust and need for him and what only he seemed to be able to give her. Yet she did not move to pull her clothing off, she simply leaned forward, a brief nuzzle of her nose against his neck, a heated flick of her tongue.
And then, just the faintest sound of a whimper. To others it would have come across as perhaps fear, or maybe second thoughts....but they were beyond normal human like emotions and logic. No, that whimper was her signal to him, that he could take what it was he desired from her. If he wanted the clothes gone then who was she to stop him from tearing them from her body?
Her every action, her every sound and touch, every gentle kiss and tender nuzzle meant to feed the animal in him that sought control. For as much as she enjoyed the sensation herself, she knew how much a part of him hungered for it just as badly.
Even after all this time apart, it was almost natural for her to read into his needs and him into her own.....A soft bite to his neck, not as hard as the first, but enough to show without words that no matter who currently ran the show, he still belonged to her.
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