Shadewood Just did a bad thing

His misjudge of her, it felt so promising. His fault, his nearsightedness, it felt so absolute that he could have asked for her to rush him all over again. It was almost euphoric, and he'd be fucking lying if it wasn't something that made him fiend for more. The reward was her retaliation, and it dove him into another cataclysim of pressure that brought so much reality to him, it woke him up as the scene replayed over in his head. After he had slammed her once readying up, she had let him. And the sound tht had left her lips had not been a growl, nor a grunt, but a breathy groan, and it only grounded him that much more. Reality, how sweet it tasted once you figured it out. 
Minori had pulled his attention free from the gravity of the situation, and reinvested it all in herself. 

It was the throb of his neck snapping back that forced the reflex of flying back from the nearity of his foe, leaping back with such fluid jostle that he only barely missed the graze of fangs over his windpipe. The air however was not missed, and it passed over sensitive skin with goosebump-raising chills. The flail of dirt had him shaking himself from her prior distraction and he hadn't spent much more than a blink before Darkicryer he pulled a feint to her left underside while curling to the right to slash a beartrap of jaws across her tantilyzing curve of shoulder. all the while, his inhale caught the aroma of her sweat, her grit, and her passion. It riled up a disaster of feelings in him, all curling through his heart like a serpent who knew every crevice-

and knew it well.