Lace and sheer were luxuries that were rarely indulge in when it came to her line of work. To be out in the wilderness for days, for weeks, hunting and preying upon the leads and loose ends as Ordo Favonius reconnaissance captain left little reason for such indulgence when bloodshed and battle was well within her grasp. But perhaps it was all the more reason, eventide eyes looked upon Thoma as viciously as a viper, the hand tilting his chin gentle but all too capable tearing him apart with well groomed nails and the arch of her mouth prepared for devouring one whole. The temptress, a predator wrapped in the finery of inky black lace. “So quiet…Has words eluded you?” A leg presses between his own, the viper draw nearer. “Thought as well?”
Happy sunday jace :]
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Stepping into the realm of Everfrost stirs every bright to volatile emotion he asked for. Their bond found roots within the aspects of loyalty and intensity, to brave the burning they wield within their gazes and words. To draw quiet pride upon immovable wills that could only build themselves higher. Eula’s eyes always held a shine that could easily stir to boundless flame alongside the chilling cold that managed to burn all the same.
He’s played his hand, and in turn, Eula introduced him to a world where their selfish determinations were their beloved luxuries. To let lace become her armaments, for those manicured nails to be her myriad knives, it was a view that left the chairbound Fixer entirely speechless as his breathing found itself caught within his throat.
Eula Lawerence knew the meaning of controlled domination. Playing her hand carefully, harboring the perfect knowledge to elicit seduction in ways that could drive any being to their knees.
All the same? He wasn’t ignorant to how this effect was a shared vein between them.
While keeping in proper obedience of the ‘No touching’ rule for the time. His hands remained fixed upon the sturdy arms of the chair he is settled upon, each controlled breath holding the threat of being tittered over a pleasured edge if he were to be careless. Right now a beauty spoken only in the echelons of legends alone was before his eyes. Strikingly beautiful, the balance beam of lace struggling to even compact and ‘tame’ her curves being a failing endeavor.
Taut muscle and feminine grace made for the most alluring short, truly proving what she said as Thoma’s throat would flex, anticipation welling within this mindless urge to be the arbiter of tearing that cloth away from the glory that hides underneath. A natural stir of his instincts brought a lively simmer to his blood, allowing hints of steam to stir and rise from his being, his broad chest freezing with a hitched breath.
“Eula...”
With his face tilted proper in order to inspect divinity itself, jade and mauve would clash, it would be a stare directly into that ravenous soul that intends to bask in the boons of having such a stalwart flame become her darling. A crimson rush burns bright upon his cheeks, further complimenting this enjoyably compromising position. Bit by bit would the tempo of his heart accelerate, allowing liquid fire to boast a lively prominence within his veins as blonde nuzzles every wintry blue.
To her probing questions while that leg ensured to keep a particular prize of being within sight, that unbridled warmth burns so hungrily while he could feel that excitement stir, a balance between the closeness to a desire for pressure to ignite all the same. A low, pleased hiss rises as his hips stir forth, searching for that friction against her thigh, pleasure scratching at the surface of his mind.
“Putting the best sight ever before my eyes.. and not inspecting me to melt?” Thoma’s lips could only curve into a lovesick grin as allows himself to be lost in that gaze. “Don’t underestimate that hunger you make me feel. How much I’d love to rip that all off you.”
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