With a faint growl, he turned his head away from her affectionate nibble, unable to suppress the urge to raise his hips into her touch however. Her fingers were cool against his skin. The heat was sharply rushing to that area, almost dizzying the Renegade while he let out a slow breath, attempting to collect his scattered thoughts. But somehow, out of this, he gruffly and aggressively uttered a word that surprised even himself.
“More.”
There he went with the twitch again, as though every touch gave him a static shock. He raised a hand to stop hers from removing the scarf- but thought against it at the last possible second. With the Renegade’s entire body exposed, he felt vulnerable. But this wasn’t a fight- Just sex.
He watched her, hitching a breath as her hands roamed his marred body.He felt like a child after that, a faint twitch of his brow to display his irritability- before he was shut right up again with by her surprisingly tender kisses. Shahkulu should protest- but he was finding it hard to utter a word at all, let alone a negative one. He simply shifted an inch, watching her with quiet breathes.
There he went with the twitch again, as though every touch gave him a static shock. He raised a hand to stop hers from removing the scarf- but thought against it at the last possible second. With the Renegade’s entire body exposed, he felt vulnerable. But this wasn’t a fight- Just sex.
He watched her, hitching a breath as her hands roamed his marred body.
Skin tingling with her touch- the kind of touch that he had been starved of for so long- and his lips rough against hers, Shahkulu kept still, uncertain and anxious. He didn’t know what to expect from the Trickster, although he’d never utter such a preposterous thought aloud.
Attentively, the Turk watched in wonder as she shed her clothing in a graceful manner- it was almost hypnotic. His gaze dropped to her bare shoulders, scanning her entire body discreetly from there.
What a sight.
With a subtle twitch as her hands moved back to his pants, he watched and waited.
Skin tingling with her touch- the kind of touch that he had been starved of for so long- and his lips rough against hers, Shahkulu kept still, uncertain and anxious. He didn’t know what to expect from the Trickster, although he’d never utter such a preposterous thought aloud.
He had granted her hands freedom while his brows shot up into his hairline as she aimed to close the distance between their lips.
His were dry, worn, her hot breath softly tingling them. The Renegade did not move. He did not pull away.If he could kill a hundred men, what’s…
It was best to empty his mind for the moment as he would undoubtedly scold himself for this later. Past caring, he followed her to the more comfortable are, nestling himself into the cushions. Twitching as the kiss started up again, he let his eyes close and even pressed his lips back against hers, revelling in their softness with a very faint growl.
Mirela smiled at the growl as she kept kissing him. She brushed her thumb over the scar on Shahkulu’s face before tracing her fingertips over his neck and chest.
He had granted her hands freedom while his brows shot up into his hairline as she aimed to close the distance between their lips.
His were dry, worn, her hot breath softly tingling them. The Renegade did not move. He did not pull away.If he could kill a hundred men, what’s kissing a woman?
Mirela moved her hands away from Shahkulu’s pants for a moment to slip them into his own hands. She softly gripped his hands and gently lead him over to her sitting area that was made up of a carpet and pillows, a small table off to the side. Once she got him to sit down the trickster sat on her knees and resumed kissing him, brushing a hand over the Turk’s cheek.
He took his time to think about the situation. It wasn’t a committment.
Just a good time.
Shahkulu weighed his options- only he had little to none- then simply released her hand, leaving her free reign.
He wasn’t sure what would happen but worst case scenario- she was only a Romany.Mirela moved her hand and started to slowly undo the renegade’s belt, “…You want this, right?” she asked, looking up at him, just making sure.
And yet, for all his effort gone into thinking the situation over, Shahkulu was still bewildered- puzzled as to why he hadn’t wrapped his hands around her neck and strangled her tightly.
He gave her a glower as she spoke, his thoughts shattered.
“You’d be dead were it any other way, woman.” he responded tersely.
The Romany chuckled, “I would be.” she nodded , her fingers working into the hem of his pants as she leaned in to start to kiss the Turk. She had to stand on her tip toes to do so. She was hesitant to kiss him at first, testing his initial reaction.
He took his time to think about the situation. It wasn’t a committment.
Just a good time.
Shahkulu weighed his options- only he had little to none- then simply released her hand, leaving her free reign.
He wasn’t sure what would happen but worst case scenario- she was only a Romany.
Mirela moved her hand and started to slowly undo the renegade’s belt, “…You want this, right?” she asked, looking up at him, just making sure.
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