[ Fallen angels really are a happy accident of the divine, aren’t they? To think she’d be so feisty and yet so devious at the same time? He may be coldhearted, but he’s certainly no cold fish—he’s not immune to her advances.
Far from it, really. Something about the way she’s so rebellious and yet so deliciously uptight about that endearing pride of hers is stirring his desires to rather…peculiar heights. This isn’t mere excitement over seeing another one of his kind. This isn’t even the usual petty delight he gets from toying with others.
What would he even call something like this—? ]
Surrendering already?
[ in a light and jesting tone as he breaks that kiss to lick at his bloodied lips with sheer relish, his fingers tightening in her feathers, as though he might rip them out. He’s half a mind to, just to hear what she might sound like. Furious, probably. Or maybe she’ll surprise him and go for the wounded bird act. The possibilities…
He’s thinking all of that, without even bothering to pull his crotch away from her questing fingers—in fact, he’s pressing himself against her even harder than before, perfectly secure in the knowledge that she at least might be strong enough to rip it out if she’s ever so inclined.
How bloody does she want all this to be, really? ]
Or maybe you’d like me to clip your wings first, just to see how much further you can fall…
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Far from it, really. Something about the way she’s so rebellious and yet so deliciously uptight about that endearing pride of hers is stirring his desires to rather…peculiar heights. This isn’t mere excitement over seeing another one of his kind. This isn’t even the usual petty delight he gets from toying with others.
What would he even call something like this—? ]
Surrendering already?
[ in a light and jesting tone as he breaks that kiss to lick at his bloodied lips with sheer relish, his fingers tightening in her feathers, as though he might rip them out. He’s half a mind to, just to hear what she might sound like. Furious, probably. Or maybe she’ll surprise him and go for the wounded bird act. The possibilities…
He’s thinking all of that, without even bothering to pull his crotch away from her questing fingers—in fact, he’s pressing himself against her even harder than before, perfectly secure in the knowledge that she at least might be strong enough to rip it out if she’s ever so inclined.
How bloody does she want all this to be, really? ]
Or maybe you’d like me to clip your wings first, just to see how much further you can fall…