Demon. There's a wide variety of them in her world. Really, she's not certain that not all monsters in her world are some kind of demon, even vampires.
Yeah, she's thinking of those pressing matters as well, or trying not to think of them. She's trying very hard to focus on what he's saying so she's nodding like she agrees, like she knows what he's talking about. "I've never been to Louisiana," she responds because she's not thinking about how he's half naked and practically vibrating with desire that seems contagious. She's trying not to think about how her whole body is feverish with want.
Her teeth bury in her bottom lip as he watches her and she looks back at him.
That rumbling growl makes her breath catch and she stifles a mewling sort of moan against her lip. She can almost taste blood then he's touching her and kissing her, breathing her and devouring her and it's exactly what she wants. No, it's exactly what she needs. Her hands are all over his skin and her legs wrap around his waist, pressing the center of herself against his hardness. There's a very small, very quiet voice in the back of her head that tells her this hallway is full of cameras and anyone could be watching, but her desire for him, her need for him smothers that little voice.
He's whispering against her mouth and telling her what she already knows, echoing her own desires. Her hands tangle in his hair, tugging at it and she bites at his bottom lip. Her body, her lips, her kiss, her breath all scream how much she wants him, how much she needs him and in this moment, she doesn't even question it.
NSFW
Yeah, she's thinking of those pressing matters as well, or trying not to think of them. She's trying very hard to focus on what he's saying so she's nodding like she agrees, like she knows what he's talking about. "I've never been to Louisiana," she responds because she's not thinking about how he's half naked and practically vibrating with desire that seems contagious. She's trying not to think about how her whole body is feverish with want.
Her teeth bury in her bottom lip as he watches her and she looks back at him.
That rumbling growl makes her breath catch and she stifles a mewling sort of moan against her lip. She can almost taste blood then he's touching her and kissing her, breathing her and devouring her and it's exactly what she wants. No, it's exactly what she needs. Her hands are all over his skin and her legs wrap around his waist, pressing the center of herself against his hardness. There's a very small, very quiet voice in the back of her head that tells her this hallway is full of cameras and anyone could be watching, but her desire for him, her need for him smothers that little voice.
He's whispering against her mouth and telling her what she already knows, echoing her own desires. Her hands tangle in his hair, tugging at it and she bites at his bottom lip. Her body, her lips, her kiss, her breath all scream how much she wants him, how much she needs him and in this moment, she doesn't even question it.