Cerulean Cape is anything but safe

The words had been stolen right from him; snuck from his own lips as he distractedly remembered he was supposed to be breathing. The way Severin said his born name, let it meld upon his tongue, was one of the most erotic sounds he’d ever heard in quite some time. So he let the dark one’s words bed down into his ears, plush fur prickling along his lower spine.

As Vonn drew in ever closer, so close that their breath shivered and wreathed like impassioned limbs, he felt a thrum of molten pressure. The feeling ebbed, but settled itself stubbornly between his loins; his breath stuttered, trying to suppress himself. If his chords were meant to be strung like those of a harp, then he wanted to sing until he was hoarse.

Ah, a proposition of sorts needed attending to, first. Jaw working, he felt Severin’s breath murmur along his scarred cheeks. ”What would you have of me?” he inquired, tone husking into something low and appeasing. Vonn waited with a lowered head, patiently impatient; staring dolefully up into the sooty male’s impish face from beneath long, pale lashes.