Hideaway Strath Quiet when I'm coming home

He’s smiling like the damn Cheshire Cat. All gleaming teeth and confidence in his smile as she showers him in attention. He feels as if he might drop off the face of the planet when his pale lover gazed back up to him. She whispers her promise — a promise to let him witness her first kill. Boy, are they fucked up. Normal couples want to witness normal shit. Not killing others, but they’ve never been normal and neither has their relationship. It’s beautiful in its own type of way and Kyn wouldn’t change it now, it’s too late.

So his smile goes from cocky to sweet as he meets her gaze. “Perfect, darling.” He hums until he’s laughing at her next words.

He crowds her space more and more chuckling lowly. “Now, now, don’t stop there.” He whispers against her neck and bites softly, trying to convince her further. “You can still give me that gift if you want.” He tries to be smooth as he bites his way up her neck, along her jaw, and laps softly at her muzzle. The lightest of smirks still on his face as half lidded eyes look down at her lovingly. He’s in fuckin love and it’s so horribly obvious just by the way he watches her.