@escolopendraa:
There was no doubt there would be swift retaliation for her oh-so innocent action, but the sheer aggressiveness she was not prepared for. Her small fists couldn’t fly up fast enough to stop him from yanking at her hair but being thrown off balance and falling onto her backside was even worse. Pinned beneath him her nostrils flares, a low hiss reverberated from her clenched jaw. “Simmer down kitty. Are you mad I picked red and not gold, Ggio?”
Though usually he'd be highly riled up at the nickname - a fact she certainly knew was a red line with him, Ggio remained oddly unresponsive. Stoic, even, as his narrowed gaze pierced into her magenta eyes. With his hands firmly locking her small frame down on the floor, he could easily force himself on her.
It wasn't often he was as stalwart as this to the trigger word. Bearing his fangs, he plunged down; fangs bare in the instance he assaulted, reaching towards her ear - and taking a solid bite. Tugging on the corner some, he made sure to swipe away whatever droplets of blood he drew -- noticed only through the slightly metallic tinge to her skin's taste. That was only the start of his retaliation.
In truth, she was correct; "Yeah," He agreed, voice simmered down and lowered. Taking the initiative to control, reframe the pace from her expected, heated reaction -- "I'm kinda mad." -- to whatever he had in mind.
Aiding his hands' grip against her small wrists to lock the girl in place, Ggio used his own torso to prevent her from rising against him - as his lips moved down from her ear, to the corner of her jawline; suggesting incoming attention, but abstaining from the idea despite the momentary lingering. Creating anticipation, surely, only to deliberately disappoint. Instead, he moved to her neck, his tongue meeting with her skin first.
Though only for a fraction of a second did he lick at the located blood vessel under her skin, the Hollow proceeded into yet another aggressive bite; this time, opting to be mindful enough not to outright injure her - but, applying just enough force to leave a mark.
Loly was a bratty girl, that much was obvious. Though usually used to it, for whatever reason - that day she went a little too far over his nerves. It was almost a shame how easy it was to pin her down, unprepared as she was; but that in itself, was part of the fun. Because any moment, she was prone-- likely to return the favor, whenever he happened to pay little attention.
Once his lips separated her neck, Ggio finally moved up again, staring into the woman's eyes from up close.
Before smirking,
-- "Well."
And getting up. "That did it. Guess I'm not mad anymore," He smugly claimed, leaving.
Oh. He was serious.
Few instances could make a cold chill run down her spine – one such being whenever he turned his cold, golden upon her. She was certainly one who took his liberties, pressed them even but she knew well enough that when his glare spoke volumes without saying a word, she had crossed a threshold.
Yet, she didn’t struggle, she didn’t fight. Not even has his grip upon her wrists became uncomfortable, even slightly pain. The faintest flicker of fear sparked in her magenta gaze has he bared his fangs at her. Her nails clawed into the back of his palm and at his wrist, as a twinge of pain rippled out of her earlobe and down her throat, fading at it reached her throat. Only the softest of little whimpers escaped her – something he was sure to finding pleasing.
The weight of his form cementing upon her petite frame certainly kept her in place. Even as one leg buckled at the knee, her small, heeled foot met the floor just beyond his backside. If she wished to plan some retaliation, or even just an escape should she need to – she had to prepare.
He was doing all of this to get a rise out of her – and he was doing an excellent job at it. The closeness of his proximity meant nothing would get past him. The way her nostrils flared with each bated breath, the way her small chest rose to meet his before fading back, evidence of wanting him to damn near devour her.
Another low whimper, there was no denying it. God, she’d never hear the end of it from him after this, would she. She was all but melting at his possessive retribution, but just as quickly as he had her like puddy, easily molded, he was out.
The lack of his body heat against her chest rippled a wave of goosebumps across her bare flesh, the surge snapped her eyelid up, her head clouded from lust but she was quick to push up. Lunging forward her fingertips brushed the end of his braid, but she hadn’t managed to ensnare him. Had she managed, tugging on said braid would surely have earned her another punishment. He was nearly out of reach all together when her extended leg lifted, catching the edge of his hem on his jacket. Throwing it back with a flick of her foot she propelled herself forward and snatched it, giving it a sharp tug backward.
No way he was going to get away that easily.
