Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.

Malek enjoyed the soft noise the small woman made beneath him as he scrapes his fangs across her neck, the urge to bite her only intensifying. Though, he kept that more animalistic side of him under control, hardly wanting to hurt the girl. Though, there was a sneaking suspicion in the back of his mind that it wouldn't hurt if he so decided to bite her. It was something Malek didn't want to chance, lest that less than savory side of him came out, the one he kept under lock and key. Feeling her fingers tangle within his hair, it only urges him onward as he plants kisses along her neck, lowering himself onto her body.

He travels slowly down her pale figure, allowing his lips to rice where the would, pausing briefly on her breasts to toy with them, his tongue darting out to stroke those more sensitive areas. When a low moan so escapes her lips, Malek can feel what little control he has begin to fray, barely holding on by a strand as he continues to lower himself. When he's finally positioned between her legs, reducing her undergarments to shreds, he plants a kiss there, pleased with the reaction he so coaxes from her.

As he devours the woman, his tongue assaulting her core, he can't help but to moan into her at her delectable taste, those soft mewing noises she makes above him. He can feel Chizue arch her back, attempting to get away from his administrations but he firmly grasps her hips, pinning her to the bed. No, he was not done. He wanted the woman to shatter around him. It hardly takes her long to climb that mountain, only to explode around him as her breathing all but stops for the briefest of moments. His name on her tongue urges him onward, allowing himself to work her through that pleasure, even going so far as to slip a digit inside of her as she continues to climax.

He works her a touch longer, only to move his hand and his mouth from her, those lustful steel eyes glancing at the woman from between her legs. As he drags himself up her body, his lips finding hers once more, he seeks entrance to her mouth, his tongue slowly stroking hers in turn as he subjects her to her taste on his lips. It hardly takes him linking to position himself at her core, his member brushing her wetness before the briefest of moments before he's sinking into her, a low growl emitting from the back of his throat as he takes her. He has to still himself for a moment, allowing the woman to adjust to him but also giving him an excuse to relish in the feel of her.

Dropping his lips to her again, he presses another searing kiss to her as he begins to move slowly, hardly wanting to hurt the girl. Though, the moment her hips shift upwards to meet him, that thread of control he has all but snaps, as he begins to move faster, moaning into her mouth as he reaches a hand down to pluck at her breasts. How perfect she was. "God... Chizue," he moans into her as he can feel himself climbing his own peak more swiftly than he cared too. She made him all the more sensitive. A part of him wants to still himself, to allow this to go for as long as possible while the other half of him wants to urge himself forward, push her over that edge so that he could follow. And yet, he continues to roll his hips into her, his brain entirely muddled by those sensations, his fangs baring once more as he groans into her ear, "Chizue... I want to bite you," he pants, expressing those desires that so course through him.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.