The Sunspire the world was on fire

drawn by the rising of her chin, stigmata's razor-sharp mouth clipped its way towards her exposed windpipe - first finding purchase in the nook between her jaw and neck, where he nibbled with surprising affection, before kissing her tender throat with a long swipe of his tongue.

he pulled away, pleased by her trust in him yet careful to not abuse it. her season was nigh - triggered by him surely - and the devil felt his skin prickle helplessly with need, but he was also not some uncontrolled beast. she would need to want him just as much, if not more so, and he had made the first move by showing an unwillingness to let her go far in this approaching... condition. "have you lost something up here?" he asked, casually trotting several feet away. and though he had an uncanny way of sounding and appearing unbothered by anything and everything, it was also this natural tone of voice that gave him a suspicious mien. perhaps even jealous.

he clearly didn't think she'd lost something, at any rate. what more could she want, anyway? he thought childishly. he could and would provide for her until the day he died if she wanted to strengthen his legacy. he couldn't promise to love her - he wasn't sure if he was capable of it after being spurned so badly previously - but he could promise to fight for her survival. and that's all women really wanted. right? yes.