Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

Donovan follows the motions in order: her eyes flitting up to his own, the quirk of her brow, and that lovely smile. “It was fair.” He argues softly back. “Gotta keep you on your toes.”

Then as she pleads her case as to why that was so unfair, she nips just below his chin, scolding him. The nibble is playful and doesn’t find any pain making its way to the affected area, it only spurs him on. The quickly escalating tension between them causes him to heat up just the slightest amount. 

“Did I?” He coos down to her with his horribly handsome smile gracing his maw.

Dropping his head a bit lower his eyes disappear within her line of view as he dips impossibly closer to the plume of her neck. His blackened tongue flattens out against the fur of her neck as he runs the appendage along it. Skipping up to her ears, he runs his tongue along it lightly and takes it into his mouth, only skimming it with his teeth.

Then all of a sudden, he lifts his head and gives her a quick wink before sauntering off of her. And lowering his body into an arched stretch, a faux yawn comes from his mouth, opened wide for dramatic effects. He still eyes her the entire time.