Blacktail Deer Plateau [M]aybe I'll be your witchy woman

Only a few words, did she speak. They were not spiteful, nor angry due his scorn. No, they were soft; a caressing whisper through his ears.

She came closer. Too close. Cheek against cheek, body against body. In any other occasion, Sanguinex would have immediately pushed himself away, maybe even leaving a mark of warning upon her. But here, now, he didn't even budge, nor flinch.

Warm sparks fluttered through his body, as if he were being electrocuted. Except, it didn't hurt one bit. He enjoyed it, even, wanting to feel it again and again.

Circling her slowly, his body still pressed as closely as was possible, the man's chin trailed her spine. The inviting scent upon her overwhelmed him. But he didn't want it to cease. It had to stay, and so did she.