Sunset Valley [m] you'll be godlike

he is temptation incarnate. the resist his allure would be a grave mistake. and oh, how his scent would mingle on her for days. how it would reach faust, whenever she flaunted near. 

she hopes he leaves more than just a scent. she wants his bite, his marks—everything. greedy she feels, so eager to have the man take her in a way faust would not. could not. 

it was for a night only, but gods knew she would indulge in him. the fun they could have...her eyes gleamed with seductive delight. a temptress, toying with a beast. 

she welcomes his bite, and is only slightly disappointed it was not harsher. she was no dainty, fragile woman for him to take with care. she wanted his storm and his strength. 

and until he'd give it, she would not relent. slipping from beneath that heavy arm of his to wheel around, to sink her teeth into the flesh of that sinew and muscle. to draw blood, in hopes of igniting the fire so obviously inside of him.

tail swaying with playful, coy delight. everything was a game; and she was hoping he'd conquer it, secure his win.