To say he’s possessive is an understatement. Even when the pair have been apart so long he makes no half marks upon their reunion. She’s a part of him he wont let up, particularly when his own hungers flare up. She must be used to it by now. He comes and goes as he pleases, his own being drawing him to and through as he devours across the globe. But when he returns he doesn’t act coy. Quite the opposite. Before she can even manage what would no doubt be a witty remark his arm finds her waist. In any other circumstance his gesture may come across as romantic, whipping the girl off her feet at their reunion. But with him it’s primal, needing. His arm locks itself around her, pulling her tight against him as his mouth finds hers with reckless abandon. She could push and fight but instead shes drawn like a moth to a flame as he devours her in a wholly more pleasant manner than he usually does his prey. He’s never steady with her, he’ll move with her in his arms until they find something solid to block their progress - which only means there’s nowhere further to go other than against her. A knee works its way between her thighs, chest pressing her back against the wall as kisses become bites. He’s not shy nor subtle about what he wants. It’s his round about way of saying he misses her and apologises for being gone so long. She’s not complained in the past about his apologies. He’s sure she’s not about to start now.
