Atreyu & Alessia | HENDRIX ALVAREZ'S PARTY | about 12:30
If she looked up every word in every dictionary in every language, Alessia still would never be able to explain the way it felt when he scented her. She was like the prey, but instead of feeling fear or panic she felt only heat and desire. There was something so primal about Atreyu asserting his dominance over her, of knowing he could do whatever he wanted to her and she would be powerless to stop him. Not that she would want to, of course. Middle of the dance floor or not.
As she pressed against him, it was enough to make her groan. The music was so loud that only he would be able to hear, though at this point Alessia did not care about anyone or anything else. As far as she was concerned it was just the two of them. Just the feel of his hard muscular frame pressed against her softness. To feel his hips against hers, and the erection that was already ready and eager for her under his jeans. Alessia ached to touch it, to have him touch her, and the feeling came upon her so quickly that it was enough to nearly swallow her whole.
Sucking in a breath as his fingers gripped her ass and pulled her even closer, a soft moan left her lips as she could feel him through the thin fabric of her tight skirt. Her hands curled into his hips, nails grazing the skin before she moved them up Atreyu's chest with both reverence and eager desire. Her head arched to give his lips and tongue better access to the sensitive skin, making her moan as the arousal between her legs intensified.
"If I say no, are you going to show me?" she purred, tone low with the desire moving through her as her hand slid down the length of him through his jeans.