Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

Once they’re down and he gapes like a fish out of water from the sheer force that hit him. He attempts to gather himself. To his surprise (or maybe not), she rights herself faster than he does. In seconds time she’s smirking in his face — rightfully so — and setting her paws atop him gentle to signify her win by rubbing it in his face. He’s fine to look past all that of course, for her fiery eyes gaze down to him, full with adrenaline and thrill. He meets her eyes, his gold to her bronze. Automatically his distinct pout curls up as he shamelessly eyed her down. 

“Oh, but I did expect it. Just not quite like that.” He drawls out, voice soothingly calm and only slightly breathless. 
Then her giggles catch on his ears and he releases a few chuckles of his own at his own defeat.

As part of his plan, he hums low in his throat. The devil on his shoulder weaving a plan in his head he sets it to action. Bringing to large paws up to curl around her neck suggestively, he never breaks eye contact. His gaze is heated as he looks up to her. He lifts his right leg and brings it on the outside of her own, raising that leg up a bit as well. 

To further distract her, his onyx tongue flicks out to run along white teeth and whiskered lips he’s shameless in his desires. Up until the smirk on his face becomes positively devilish and the glint in his eyes reveal something suspicious.

“My turn, sweetheart.” He hums, deep and low.

All in one motion, his hind leg lifts more to push on her hip, his left hind leg kicks out her right foot out from under her, and his paws clench at her fluffy white neck. He’s guiding her already falling body to the left and rolling expertly on top of her. Pinning her under strong, thick legs he chuckles and it’s his turn to gaze down to her. 

“Nice try, snow.” He teases with a charming smile. “You had me for a second there.”