|On The Prowl
Author: Serindraxx PM
Waking up from a dream can be dangerous, especially if it awakens powers in you that you never even knew that you had...Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Fantasy - Chapters: 9 - Words: 18,878 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 05-17-11 - Published: 09-28-10 - id: 2851518
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She was on the prowl.
The desire fueling her led her to his room. Standing over him, she watched him sleep.
His glasses were still in his hand, like he had intended to place them on his end table, but sleep had intervened.
That was okay; it wasn't like he was going to need them.
She gently pulled them out of his grasp, and placed them next to him. Running her fingers through his hair, she leaned down to whisper to him, incoherent words of need.
His eyes slowly opened and he found himself staring into her eyes.
"Wha--?" he started groggily, trying to sit up. She placed both of her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down.
"Nope, tonight you're mine," she said quietly, softly, as she climbed into his bed, and wrapping herself in his scent.
He turned over, so that he was facing her yet again. "What do you want?" he asked, the anger evident in his tone.
She shrugged. "The usual," she responded, running her hands over his naked chest. He shuddered, the feeling of her fingers on his skin, oh, so delightful.
"The usual?" he asked, tilting his neck so that she had access.
She shook her head. "Not that," she said, climbing onto his hip and lowering his shoulder to the bed.
"What then?" he asked, his tone quieting down.
"I just need you tonight," she said, leaning down and biting his ear gently.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, dragging her closer so that he could feel her.
His legs wrapped themselves around her hips and flipped them so that he was the one on the top. She gazed up at him, her silver eyes wide and expectant.
He sighed roughly, landing a kiss on her chin, and then sliding his hands down her sides. She tilted her neck so that he had access, access that he really didn't need, or even want.
Her sheer dress, if it could even be called that, slid down her shoulders, and he found himself mesmerized.
"You can have me," she whispered, running her hands up his chest, and lifting her head so that her lips could follow.
He closed his eyes, and tried to ignore the quiver in his stomach from her touch. It was always like this: explosive to the point where he couldn't breathe.
"Are you sure? Because this isn't going to be slow, darling, it's going to be furious, something beyond both of our control."
She nodded, her breath hitching at the tone of his voice, at the visions he created in her head.
He dropped his head, running his tongue along her breast-line. She shivered, her hands tightening on his shoulders.
Her eyes changed colors so fast that he felt his head start to spin. Once silver, they were now blackish, her irises expanding.
She arched her back, giving him more to chase after. He looked up at her, and grinned.
Her scent started driving him crazy, a musky scent combined with his.
"I need you," she moaned, her body squirming under his touch.
"I know," he responded, laving his tongue over her pulse-point, where he could feel the quickening of her beat.
His fingers slid down her body, settling on her thighs. She spread them a little further, thrashing her head around.
"Now," she said, her hips lifting and demanding.
"Now," he responded, dropping a kiss over her shoulder.
And with that, with both of their animalistic moans splitting the air, they exploded.
A/N: okay I'm fully aware that this is short, but it's a prologue. It's meant to be short. The chapters are going to be longer as I go on (I'm trying to get at least 2,000 words per chapter). Please leave a review as you go?