Re: Deluxe floor: 12:10 am
After that, he did not deny her. How could he with her teeth and her tongue scraping over, taking hold of sensitive skin? He glanced down, briefly wondering why he didn't have his tattoos anymore, but the thought was lost a moment later. A pleased, heart rattling curse broke across the blades of his even teeth, and if he even remembered how to pray, it was in thanks that this woman didn't bother with bustles or complicated chemises. Not even a corset to hinder him when his hands caught the handles of her hips and slid her along the wall slightly. Settling the image of her beauty before him, nice and even. Front and center.
The cane had been dropped somewhere, forgotten in favor of this. Pinning her back into the wall with a forearm and the line of his body. After a brief fumble with his buttons, he caught the lean flank of her leg and was inside of her a split second later. Mouth at her throat, drawing in the taste of this new sin.