Smut. Just...Smut for you.
Tania removed her cloak and used a spare facecloth to wipe away her makeup, removing the pale white and dark black off of her skin so that it wouldn’t get everywhere. At the same time, Daken removed his shirt so that it was out of the way.
Her boots were next. The tall, deadly heels that could slice through skin had to be removed carefully. She unlaced and unzipped before they were out of the way as well.
“Come here,” Daken said, watching her like a predator watches prey. She gave him a playful smile in return, giving it an extra moment before she obeyed and slid her legs to straddle him on her large bed. Her fingers moved through his hair, her nails dragging teasing lines on his scalp. His body shuddered beneath her when she scrapped along the back of his neck and his teeth sunk into the flesh of her exposed collarbone as payback.
She gasped and arched into his mouth as his fingers worked at her corset. Tania had threatened before if he just cut through it but he knew what he was doing. Daken loosened the laces as her arching body caused her breasts to strain against the confinements. With a bright, angry red bite mark on her skin already, she hummed her pleasure and dragged her nails along his biceps.
The tattoo inked deep into his skin drew her attention and she mentally noted to leave it alone, loving the design and not wanting to mar it with their play.
Her corset came loose, needing only to be pulled over her head. She hated having to lace it all back up again. Daken hooked his fingers beneath it and lifted before tossing it to one side. Tania lowered her face to his, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. His tongue slid against her own in a warm, slick tango as his hands moved along her bare sides.
Gripping her waist tightly, he lifted and stood to tower over her with their lips still locked together with the intent of placing her back on the bed with him on top. Tania pulled back sharply with a wicked smile as she placed one hand on his shoulder to push him back against the wall, his back meeting the cool drywall with little force. She mouthed open kisses along his tattooed shoulder, her tongue tracing the pattern until she felt sharp pain on her stomach. She hissed quietly and bit down as warm liquid slid down her skin. Daken grinned a half grin before he turned them around to place her against the wall instead.
He knelled down to bring his face to her abdomen, his tongue licked a hot strip on her stomach where he had cut her. Tania’s head went back as she moaned and squirmed, her nails biting into the flesh of his shoulders. They were playing and this was the type of playing she enjoyed.
Daken sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh of her exposed hip, causing another gasp before he stood. His hands cupped her butt as he lifted, easily picking the woman up and goading her into wrapping her long legs around his waist. Tania reached for the small knife she kept at the small of her back only to see it in Daken’s hands as he dropped her on her back on the bed with a bounce.
“That’s mine,” she growled, holding her hand out for it.
“Is it?” Daken teased as he unsheathed it, twirling it in his fingers until the handle was out for her to grab. Just as Tania’s fingers closed around it, his claws extended again only this time to rip through the thin latex that encompassed her legs.
“Casanova!” She groaned, not enjoying when her clothes got torn up, and yet, finding that incredibly sexy. With her pants laying in shreds on the ground and her corset removed, Tania was naked and stretched out on her bed. She rolled to get on her knees, her nipples hardening as the cool air brushed over them and her skin gaining faint goosebumps. The blade that Daken had found remained in her hand as she licked at his unmarked abdomen. Her own was still sticky with slight drops of blood, but it was easily ignored.
Daken slipped a hand into her thick hair and pulled her head back as he moved to kneel on the bed as well. Tania didn’t bother to fight him, instead giving a soft moan at the sharp pain from her hair being pulled. His teeth descended to scrape at her flesh, another angry red mark appearing just over her jugular vein. Suddenly, he flinched back in surprise, and a smirk played over Tania’s lips. Her blade dripped with blood from the matching slice she created on his stomach.
Her hand went to his throat, pressing just so to cut off his air, causing a snarl to rise to his expression. If they had been truly fighting she would never do this, but a little bit of air loss was nothing when she was using it to shove him back into her pillows. Tania twirled her knife and pressed the flat of it to his lips, covering his mouth with his own blood.
She pressed her mouth to the opposite side, eyes dancing as she looked at him. Her hand let up on the pressure on his throat as she slid the knife between their mouths away, just barely nicking his lower lip as she had promised. Tania drew his wounded lip into her mouth to swipe her tongue across it and as she pulled back he retaliated by biting harshly into her own lip, drawing blood. “Fair is fair,” she hummed.
Tania moved her hand off his throat and slid her knife beneath his leather belt, wiggling her eyebrows as she sliced through. Yes, there was a buckle. Yes, it would have been okay to undo it. Not as fun though.
Though his belt was out of the way she didn’t touch his pants, choosing to straddle his waist instead as he gently drew a line of blood with his claw from just below her breasts to her belly button. The claws in his hand retracted as he shifted to be sitting up more with the pillows. “You’re playing nice, Tania,” Daken commented teasingly.
She scowled at him before shrugging. “So are you,” she retorted. His eyes darkened visibly, and she was flipped onto her back where he had been laying. He used his knee to force open her legs and he settled between them, his lower half still clad in jean. Tania couldn’t help her fingers brushing the obvious strain in his pants, a wicked look in her eyes.
Daken responds to the touch with a similar look, biting his bottom lip enticingly as he pushed against her hand, inviting Tania to press harder. In response she chooses to pull her hand away and bring the knife up to hook it under his waistband with a threat to cut through the fabric as Daken did to hers. There’s a sudden movement from him and a broad hand is closed around Tania’s wrist, threatening to pull her hand away. His eyes are locked with hers as he slowly undoes the front of his pants before Tania escapes from his grip and starts doing some of the work for him to get his pants just off his hips.
There’s another moment and Daken shifts just enough to get the last bits of clothing off of him with a sigh. It’s then that Tania makes a move to flip him off her so she can quickly straddle him and slice a gash into the skin right above Daken’s hip bone. This draws a pained gasp from the man under her before he grinds up teasingly in a silent demand to go further.
Tania responds by putting another deep cut into the skin of his torso that gets blood flowing along his skin just before it’s quickly sealed up again.
With a growl he pushes her off of him and quickly moves to move on top of her, snatching her wrists and twisting the one where the knife's being held so Tania has no choice but to drop it on the bed. He keeps the hold on her wrists as he settles in between her legs and enters her, finding it difficult to wait any longer. This draws a gasp that quickly descends into a moan of pleasure.
