kissing death and loosing my breath

The sweet sensation of the man's touch was enough to make the girl entirely forget the weight of the feline eyes upon her now naked flesh, even though their silted judgement had meant particularly little to her to begin with. The husky sound of her companion's voice, however, was enough to bring the girl's attention away from the escaping were - that was until she followed his line of sight to catch only the disappearing tail flick of the spotted feline. Her eyebrows rose ever so slightly but she hardly pried after his presence, having become entirely at ease with the aspect of were-creatures in general thanks to Raven's only occasional presence. Whatever questioned she might have had though died within her throat, lost entirely to the sensation of his lips as they began to brush down her slender, feminine figure in a loving caress. It was an entirely peculiar experience for the witch - to be so loved. Such foreplay had never been offered to her before - instead the task at hand was focused on and finished in a fashion that was timely and hardly mutually beneficial. This, however, was a whole different realm. This was a whole different sensation. It was something that Serafina truly intended to relish.

She felt the hot breath of hair leave his lips, his words a mere husky whisper in the silence that otherwise pervaded the bedroom. The abrupt warmth brought a small shudder down her spine, cause small indentations to arise upon her flesh and yet, despite her physical reaction, Serafina found herself dwelling entirely upon the lyrics he spoke. "What I want?" She repeated with some measure of ambivalence. Although her chastity had long sense been demolished, there was still a certain stroke of naivety about the girl when it came to such carnal matters. "I want..." Serafina intoned, her soprano lyrics hinting at her consideration. "I want to feel alive." Her voice had dropped to no more then a mere whisper, matching all too easily with the husky tones he had originally offered her. It was vague, of that she knew but there was perhaps more truth behind that admittance then such a situation ever called for. Never the less, Serafina pressed her hips solidly against the man's waist, as if to suggest in perhaps a lewd fashion that only he would be able to give her such a sentiment.

And yet, despite the girl's insistence, she hardly made an effort to urge him to hurry with such task. Instead, she intended to enjoy every moment that he had to provide her with - weather it was impatience and anticipation to complete and utter satisfaction. Even if she would never admit it, in this moment she was entirely vulnerable within Davante's hands. He had every capability of changing the girl's outlook on sex. Just as he too had the capability of continuing her apathy towards it. Her stormy gaze glanced down at him beneath long, lacy lashes, her voice soft and nearly melodic in tone, "Don't make me wait too long, Davante." She whispered sweetly, beseeching him with another purposeful grind of her salacious figure against the bareness of his skin.