Fantasy RP A fallen king and a stolen bride (angelica)

Stepping closer to the canvas she found it a surprise he created art, not saying he isnt creative. She examines the pieces attempting to see the whole painting but mainly gathered it was a fox. Was Clare a fox? A game room was another area she could wander but curiosity was getting to her. “Is your room truly off limits? I mean shouldn’t mine be as well…oh but you slept in my bed last night” raising a brow, walking close to him.
 
There was a glint in his eye as she walked closer to him. "I apologize about last night. Normally I am not like that. If you want you can visit my bedroom, I just ask that you stay out of the master room. No one sleeps there anymore." He says, brushing some hair out from her face. "If you are so interested in my room I can take you right now."
 
He would take her to his room, small and bare besides the bed and velvet sheets, probably placed there by the servants. "It's not much. Just for sleeping, ot what little I do of it" he would turn to her, moving awfully close, getting a strongwr scent of her heat "although, we could change that right now. Really break it in."
 
When did he get so close, her heart was racing to meet his gaze as he spoke. She gulps nervously, tearing her gaze away bust as he pressed a kiss to her lips. Bea closed her eyes allowing this for a moment before pulling away. “Oh yes, that” giggling nervously “um I must admit I am a virgin” admitting honesty
 
Baz li ked his lips as soon as she turned away, savoring the taste of her lips. "I am aware, I could smell it last night, taste it. Perhaps I should be the one to take it before anyone else can" the hungry look was back in his eyes as he pushed her back into the door, placing his hands on either side of her body as he stared at her, wanting something more than just a kiss
 
She pouts that he noticed her scent of being pure, canine noses can be so annoying. Bea looks away from him with a huff knowing that was not a good idea. Forced to look up to him with her back against the door. She narrows her eyes with a scoff “and I dont get anything from you taking it” she reminds him.
 
Bea hitches her breath unable to think straight due to his teasing, his scent, his voice it is was her melt. She whines softly never being taunted like this before while in heat. Next thing she knew her hands were fumbling with his pants along with her short slipping off her body. “It wont hurt bad, right?” She asks.
 

Users Who Are Viewing This Thread

Back
Top Bottom