02-04-2014, 12:14 PM
If Oriena really wanted to shove him off, she might have had a decent chance at success. When chills pimpled his chest, a dangerous curiosity layered his gaze with daring. She did nothing obvious, anyway, and Jaxen had to consider the extent of her skills. He did not much like the idea that she had this advantage on him. But that didn't mean he couldn't make up the deficit in other, more profane ways.
His chest began to heave with the growing exertion. Jaxen took immense pleasure in the way her fingers curled against the marble. Her tolerance fueled the velvet viciousness of his smile. And it trickled into the cut of a gaze. Hungering to pull the slick sound of his name from her lips.
His legs were tense, his feet firmly planted on the floor. Everything in him was coiled to strike, wound near to snapping, but he held himself back, concentrating on the balance of her weight against him. Though there was nothing tender in the effort. No fingers brushed the hair from her face, though they ached to tangle a fistful until she cringed. No lips grazed cherished skin, though he'd considered sending her to her knees rather than spreading her legs. Oriena may have the power's advantage at her fingertips, but the savagery in Jaxen that showed itself said the asymmetry wouldn't be forever. Someday he'd make sure she agreed.
He even deigned to carry on the conversation. But only to appreciate her whispered struggle for words between her heated breaths. "And why is that?"
He replied, darkened jaw tense with shadows.
His chest began to heave with the growing exertion. Jaxen took immense pleasure in the way her fingers curled against the marble. Her tolerance fueled the velvet viciousness of his smile. And it trickled into the cut of a gaze. Hungering to pull the slick sound of his name from her lips.
His legs were tense, his feet firmly planted on the floor. Everything in him was coiled to strike, wound near to snapping, but he held himself back, concentrating on the balance of her weight against him. Though there was nothing tender in the effort. No fingers brushed the hair from her face, though they ached to tangle a fistful until she cringed. No lips grazed cherished skin, though he'd considered sending her to her knees rather than spreading her legs. Oriena may have the power's advantage at her fingertips, but the savagery in Jaxen that showed itself said the asymmetry wouldn't be forever. Someday he'd make sure she agreed.
He even deigned to carry on the conversation. But only to appreciate her whispered struggle for words between her heated breaths. "And why is that?"
He replied, darkened jaw tense with shadows.