[ Lantaa follows his guidance with no hesitation. She feels drawn to him as a magnet would, unable to break the natural spell they seem to weave between them. Her eyes only open once she realizes he lays fully on his back and she is on top of him. She weighs very little compared to him (perhaps unhealthy so), but the rational side of her mind jumps to an alert state at the weight to his back. ]
Aymeric, your back... [ Her words trail off the moment his lips meet hers. In one gesture she not only melts against him but falls into his kiss entirely.
She is unsure if their magnetism to one another is purely their bond due to their souls, or if it has become amplified due to his vampiric nature. Yet, the desire for him seems to only amplify as their kiss continues. A gentlen yet hungry sound leaves her once their kiss breaks to breathe. She feels as if she is clay waiting for him to mold to his desires. The mere idea causes a powerful wave of desire to run its course and she rock her body against his. Their height difference means her hips do not reach his without moving away from his lips.
Her ears droop once more as her tail gently sways. She'd do anything he'd tell her to do in this moment. While the lingering euphoria from sharing her blood does remain? She feels this instincts is more powerful than that. Her two-toned gaze darkens as she waits.
One hand moves to rest along side his ear on the pillow. Then, it turns, and she gently brushes her finger along the bottom line all the way to its tip. Then, she does it once more, and again. It's a motion that is so very mesmerizing. Up and down, causing her head to tilt to kiss the corner of his mouth. ]
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Aymeric, your back... [ Her words trail off the moment his lips meet hers. In one gesture she not only melts against him but falls into his kiss entirely.
She is unsure if their magnetism to one another is purely their bond due to their souls, or if it has become amplified due to his vampiric nature. Yet, the desire for him seems to only amplify as their kiss continues. A gentlen yet hungry sound leaves her once their kiss breaks to breathe. She feels as if she is clay waiting for him to mold to his desires. The mere idea causes a powerful wave of desire to run its course and she rock her body against his. Their height difference means her hips do not reach his without moving away from his lips.
Her ears droop once more as her tail gently sways. She'd do anything he'd tell her to do in this moment. While the lingering euphoria from sharing her blood does remain? She feels this instincts is more powerful than that. Her two-toned gaze darkens as she waits.
One hand moves to rest along side his ear on the pillow. Then, it turns, and she gently brushes her finger along the bottom line all the way to its tip. Then, she does it once more, and again. It's a motion that is so very mesmerizing. Up and down, causing her head to tilt to kiss the corner of his mouth. ]