He wondered if this was on purpose or her mind had truly blurred out by how dangerous this position was. Despite his instinct to bring his hands to her waist, he kept them curled into fists and burried into the bed.
"Donna."
The tip of her nose nuzzled against his scales as she sniffed them in. He shut his eyes momentary trying to recollect himself from the struggle he had within him. The blossoming need, the igniting desire.
No.
He must remain the logical one here.
"Donna, you have to stop---ah"
The sharp yanking of his hair backward stopped his words to a scratching halt, a groan that almost sounded like a moan slipping past his lips as something jolted in him.
He gulped, staring up at her with brown eyes that glinted with shock and surprise, his breath shaky with the lust that shot through his veins, straining with promising scandal against every restraint he was desperately trying to put forward.
What was she doing to him?
The electric blue orbs that gazed down at him did not mirror his shock, although they mirrored his surprise, it was of a different sought, one that would be associated with--
"Ah." He let out a silent gasp, as her fingers pulled his hair slightly.
A corner of her lips tugged upwards in a smirk like she had just found something.
Something she didn't know was there before.
Something precious.
The room was suddenly hot. He uncurled his hands before curling them right back into fists, grabbing some of the blanket within his tight grip this time.
She wouldn't like this when she was back to herself-- or she might, maybe--
The heat rushed over him again, he could feel the warmth of her thighs beneath the gown she worn, against his own pant, and somehow down to his skin.
It would so good if these clothes could be gotten rid off. He felt an ache to touch her, to truly feel how her skin would be underneath his palms, to not have these gloves putting him at a disadvantage, to not have these many unnecessary clothings in-between them.
It would be good, so good... but it would not be proper.
It would not be right.
He had promised her that they would wait till after the Red Moon and he had to uphold his promise, if it was even to break, then it would be when she was logical enough to understand what she was doing.
Right now, she was not.
"Donna," his voice was quiet, almost like a plead and a warning merged together, as his eyes fixed with hers, the lure that glimmered in them pulling him in.
Despite his determination, his vulnerability against her charms reared it's head, because when she moved trying to make herself more comfortable, his hands had reached for her waist to help.
He should get her off him, he should ensure that this doesn't go further, but her alluring lily scent was paralyzing his senses.
It was hard to fight against that which one desired this much.
Her fingers locked around his hair again, the fact that it was short and silky making her have to grab into it over and over again, the frangnace of his expensive oil reaching her nostrils anytime she did, the scent filling her lungs and increasing her longing for him.
By Ignas, Eli was breathtaking.
She couldn't tell if it was the fogginess in her mind or if she just had just never paused and watched him with this much intensity or attention before.
He was beautiful and everything about him, she loved. She loved his eyes and how gentle they they made their presence known through the mask, loved the way he always looked at her with utmost care and affection in the world, loved the way he cared, loved how warm she could feel him between her knees right now, most especially, she loved his scales.
Why would he hide something so beautiful?
They were the part of him she loved the most.
She placed a gentle kiss on them before pulling back, and flashing him a smile. That look of surprise was still in his eyes and she understood, she wasn't thinking her actions through right now, and for everything she did, it always felt like she had already done them before she even thought about them fully. But, for each of the action, it gave her a good feeling and she enjoyed the good feeling, so why would she listen to his silent plead and stop?
It just made no sense.
He also looked like he only wanted her to stop because he was worried about her. Silly him, he had no need to be.
At least that was what he fogged mind was telling her.
Her heart on the other hand was skipping all the beats, thundering loudly that it filled her ears, her body laced with flames of desire, rendering the gown she had on unnecessary from the heat that spread beneath her skin, her longing for him peaking with every second.
His lips were inviting. She remembered it colliding against hers and she hungered to taste them again.
With another yank came a resonating groan and a breathy call of her name.
It did something to her.
She couldn't describe it, like control, power but in a different sense. Somehow, she enjoyed the thought of him being at her mercy.
No matter how she tried to explain why to herself, she just couldn't. It just didn't make sense, but by Ignas, did she love it? Very much.
Did she want more?
Absolutely.
Without thinking twice, she sealed her lips against his.
His response was instant, with one hand around her waist, he switched their positions, so her back was pressed against the bed, while he stayed above, resting more on his hand in the fear of crushing her as they kissed.
She clung to him with desperation, a hand diving into his cloth, roaming over the skin beneath while the other reached for his belt.