"Whisper."
Put "whisper" in my ask box and my muse will whisper one of these in your muse's ear:
9.
"Pleasure is so dark, isn't it?" Tahno's voice was deep, his words dripping from his tongue like venom. He circled around her, a predator scouting its prey (or was it the other way around?), until he was flush behind her, his body pressing against hers in a manner reserved for lovers, though they were anything but.
With a practiced touch, he lifted his fingers to her neck, walking his index and middle fingers along the gentle curve of her shoulder as it met her collar bone His breath, warm, caressed the shell of her ear, a smile that was crooked and sly——almost disgusting——taking his lips.
"Do you know why everybody loves me?" He drawled, his voice several tones lower, though just as smooth and painfully sweet. He pursed his lips, daring to press a soft kiss to the skin of her neck, his teeth playfully tugging a the flesh, though he wouldn't leave a mark—that would be a sin. His hands fell around her waist, just beneath her ribcage, and he drew her closer and began to laugh, something dark and sinister from his throat.
"I've been told that my touch is—" Tahno let loose a shuddering sigh against her neck, eyes fluttering shut, grin widening, because Spirits, how exhilarating. "—searing." He finished with a heavy breath, icy eyes opening once more.
"I can't wait to watch you burn, Elise."
