Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2015 12:03:20 GMT -5
He seemed to find the point of no return. Both of them had coiled, like snakes, like springs and it as his action to touch her hair that had finally caused the first to snap. She reacted, immediately reaching and snatching his hand away from her hair. A smile, dark and like ice, danced across his features as a feeling of victory made its place about his chest. He had pushed far enough and she had reacted instinctively rather than the calculation he was use to receiving from her. Her fingers warped in his and she twisted his hand away, to fall between their bodies. Her nails bit into his skin and he growled a little at the feel of them pinching against him. But it was not a pain he felt, but a blood boiling sense of something else...
She spat her words at him, trying to claw back a way of control, trying to find her balance point once more but to him it was already too late, it was already too enticing. Her nails dug harder into his skin but he did not inch to draw away or fight of her grasp as he pressed the distance between them completely closed and trapped her body against the desk. The line had already been crossed, she had sworn to make his life hellish – well, why not sink into the pit of darkness that she so hungrily guaranteed?
His free hand, the one she was not driving her sabre like nails into came to her throat. The thumb pressed against the jutting tube beneath the skin, as his fingers ventured around the curve. His hand was big enough to curl a decent way around her slender neck and his fingers gripped the back of her neck and twinned in her hair with the same iron clutch she seemed to have on his other hand. And while he applied a little pressure there he was not making an attempt to wound her, for the hand was just the first part of his movement.
Secondly, in the same swiftness with which she had batted his hand away, he forced his mouth onto hers, claiming her lips with his own rougher ones. A battle of power she wanted? Well, that was what he was bringing her. This was not a kiss, not a lover’s hold, not a moment of romance or even desire. This was a physical display of power and a retaliation to her promise. He wanted her made her afraid… this was another move in their game.
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@antoinettedeveraux
[hmmm... sorry!]
She spat her words at him, trying to claw back a way of control, trying to find her balance point once more but to him it was already too late, it was already too enticing. Her nails dug harder into his skin but he did not inch to draw away or fight of her grasp as he pressed the distance between them completely closed and trapped her body against the desk. The line had already been crossed, she had sworn to make his life hellish – well, why not sink into the pit of darkness that she so hungrily guaranteed?
His free hand, the one she was not driving her sabre like nails into came to her throat. The thumb pressed against the jutting tube beneath the skin, as his fingers ventured around the curve. His hand was big enough to curl a decent way around her slender neck and his fingers gripped the back of her neck and twinned in her hair with the same iron clutch she seemed to have on his other hand. And while he applied a little pressure there he was not making an attempt to wound her, for the hand was just the first part of his movement.
Secondly, in the same swiftness with which she had batted his hand away, he forced his mouth onto hers, claiming her lips with his own rougher ones. A battle of power she wanted? Well, that was what he was bringing her. This was not a kiss, not a lover’s hold, not a moment of romance or even desire. This was a physical display of power and a retaliation to her promise. He wanted her made her afraid… this was another move in their game.
~~
@antoinettedeveraux
[hmmm... sorry!]