Blackfeather Woods [m] Gonna raise some sand in the dead o' night

I've been loving this! Don't worry about it at all [:

"You're leaving me?" 

He would leave her? Right now? 

With nearly dead eyes and a half pout on her lip, her brows lifted and twisted while she brushed her neck up into his tongue. Firmer, so she could feel his saliva on her skin and the gentle stroke of grooming amongst a much sharper, aching pain. How soothing that was, and how numbing to muscles that had once been torn at. 

Eye contact was given, but not for any sinless reason other than to tell him to stay. To entice him not to leave. No, she wanted him to stay with her. He'd stay with her, wouldn't he?