Kiss and Control

[The Cedar Witch]

Reserved for Saiketsu
continued from here

"I don\'t think I have to tell you to hang on," Sonya turned back to him, flashing one of her seductive smiles before turning her attention to the beast beneath her. No helmets, of course, she hadn\'t even thought to bring her extra one with her considering she really had intended on riding alone. The immortal kicked the engine to life and it reacted with a terrifying roar, that purring that she had grown so fond of, before quieting down to something that sounded more like the roll of thunder. Guiding the bike tenderly onto the road, the woman glanced at Nikolai one last time through the side mirror before taking off and leaving Quamar far behind.

There wasn\'t anything else in the world on her mind right now, no, not even James. Even though the situation was so stunningly similar to that night the ancient picked the human up from the park, it was as if it had never happened. All the mattered was the vibration of the engine between her legs and the man\'s grip on her hips. Not to mention the very enticing feeling of a certain something pressing into the lower parts of her back. Subtly she leaned into him, faking it off like she was adjusting her position on the bike. Kitten or Nikolai, Sonya didn\'t know who she wanted to spend the night with more.

It was a clear night, no moon. Cold, if the immortal could have noticed such a thing. Coaxing a dangerous speed from Kitten was easy enough, her bike never put up a fight when pushed to accelerate, even if they were still in the city. There wasn\'t a cop in the world that could catch her. Besides, there wasn\'t any pressing need to go anywhere near the speed limit, considering it wasn\'t James who was riding bitch this time. Not that she was thinking about him at all right now. She took the long way through the city, her hair flying back in the wind and undoubtedly teasing the face of her companion. But the ancient was growing bored of weaving between angry taxi-drivers and gunned the engine toward the ocean.

The straight-aways lent to so much more freedom and fewer cars then the congested city. Sonya pushed the metal horse to move faster, receiving no less then an energetic response. The trees on either side were a blur, unrecognizable in the blackness of the night. They flew over the top of a hill, coming down hard and fast. This provoked a mild concern from the woman, but Kitten could handle the landing. It seemed like a much shorter period of time then it actually was before the immortal slowed her hellish speed and turned onto the dirt road.

There wasn\'t a sound that could be heard over the roar of the Harley\'s engine. Even though she had decelerated, Sonya pushed the engine at a speed that mortals would still be uncomfortable with, speeds enough to throw up gravel behind them. The dense trees around them seemed to absorb the sound, as if there was something abnormal with the place. But it wasn\'t anything that she wasn\'t used to. And despite the strong scent of the exhaust, the cool breeze of the ocean still tasted just as sweet.

Soon enough, the familiar wrought-iron gate came into view, open and welcoming. The butler had heard her coming, no doubt. The woman swung into the driveway, considerably slower now so not as to disturb the flower beds with an unwelcoming shower of rocks. The mansion loomed overhead, a sight that wasn\'t ever threatening to her. The flagstone pathway caused the bike to jump where there were spaces in between, but that wasn\'t anything that Sonya could control.

The bike came to a stop in front of the steps, sighing in disappointment as the engine was switched off. Politely, the woman waited for Nickolai to dismount before swinging her own leg over one side of the bike, taking care to avoid the crackling exhaust pipes. Even though she was old, burns were still rather unpleasant for her to experience. She ran her fingers through her wild hair in a habitual attempt to tame it, but her long dark locks would have nothing of it. In a few short steps she was at the door, not bothering to look back at her company before opening her door and stepping inside.

"Have you fed?" she asked dully, feeling it necessary to play the part as gracious hostess and offer some of her stash even if it was chilled. It was in the foyer that she finally turned gracefully to face him under the watchful gaze of her late husband\'s portrait. He had seen many a man walk through the threshold of Sonya\'s home and never said a word.

[Saiketsu]

"I have, thank you." A pleasant smile, one that wasn\'t entirely fake.

The night was looking up for Nikolai, or so it appeared. He had met an enchanting young ancient, one who rode the streets of the city harder than any man he had ever known, on a beast that most men would fear. But not Nikolai. And now he stood under the enormous portrait of a commanding face which Nikolai could only assume was Sonya\'s father or Sire. And Sonya had chosen him for her night\'s entertainment. Yes, things were certainly looking up for him.

He had loved the ride here; the bike went almost as fast as Camille did, but of course it was much more enjoyable being woven into a tangled web of honeysuckle that was the lady\'s hair. And the way her body turned into each curve, the way her back pressed against him, the coy suggestive manner of her actions made Nikolai\'s manhood ache for her more than any other woman had done before. This one was special, of that he would be sure. There would be no thoughts of Jean-Luc while he remained in the presense of this charming creature. The lady demanded more respect than that.

It was all about the game. If he handled his cards right, some magic would happen. After all, she had taken him back to her house, hadn\'t she? That was step one, getting here. Now he was becoming overwhelmed with the need to seduce her, to give her what she seemed to want from him this night. But one wrong move and she would have his head. The black widow spider. Nikolai lived for the thrill.

As the woman stood before him, that same elegant scent flooded him again, stirring things he would have rathered remianed stationary. The leeches pawed at his eyes, waiting for anything to happen, but the vampire was becoming ever better at controlling them in this natural state. After all, it had been somewhere in the viscinity of two weeks since his encounter with Adam. And just for one night Nikolai wished that the Zalmric would give him a break from the hawk-watching.

"So what about those paintings you spoke of? Is it too bold of me to ask to view your works? You captured my attention back at the gallery with your oil painting." Of course Nikolai knew how to be polite. He could absolutely be a nice person, one who cared and used \'please\' and \'thank you\' when receiving anything at all. But it was a charade, too bothersome to keep up for too long. His manners were a developed skill not meant for the idiot-minded or the lower classes, but for a woman of upper class and older intelligence, Sonya.

[The Cedar Witch]

Sonya traced his body with her eyes for a moment while he spoke, though she heard every word that he said. He didn\'t have a bad body and he did dress rather nice, not that she didn\'t notice it before, but it looked different in the light of her own home. Slowly her eyes returned to his, retaining every ounce of power that they always had. She slipped her hands into her back pockets again, a casual and relaxed stance.

"My paintings?" her lush lips barely parted as she softly echoed his request. Silently, the ancient was thankful that she had taken the majority of her work into the side room and out of her studio when she was choosing which to sell to the gallery. No man had ever been into her room and no matter how wonderful and gracious Nikolai was, no man would ever enter her room and studio space. That much was certain. Besides, there was always the spare bedroom. Or the couch.

"My late husband," Gracefully she gestured to the two hanging in the foyer space, first calling attention to the enormous portrait of her late husband, glaring forever down on whomever walked through the door. "And my homeland," Sonya moved the attention to the landscape of the mountains. Both paintings were wrought long ago when she still lived in Europe, the age was evident in the fading color of the paint. They were aging gracefully, however, the weathered look only serving to accentuate their beauty.

"My more recent work is in another room," the immortal offered, taking a sideways step to the left toward where the private sitting room was. "If you\'ll follow me," She glanced at the younger one before turning and leading the way into the other room. The normally neat, vanilla-carpeted room was cluttered with canvases of various sizes, the largest reaching the height of the lady\'s shoulder. There were some abstract, some landscape, surreal, conceptual, and still life. The woman dabbled in all styles throughout her life. It was a collection of whatever work she was willing to part with, and although it wasn\'t her best work, there was still well refined skill behind it.

"Feel free to look around," the immortal breathed, eyes locked on his face and awaiting any sort of reaction. It was rare that she took anyone into her home to show off her work. Most never saw more then those that hung at the front door.

[Saiketsu]

Husband. The thought confused him. It had never dawned on the younger vampire that there may have been a point in this creature\'s life when she was owned by another. Nikolai could tell that it was probably centuries ago by the style of clothing and hair. Husband. He never liked the sound of the word.

The landscape he ganced quickly at, admiring for several seconds before turning his attention to follow Sonya into the spacious sitting room. An entire wall and a half was packed with paintings of a great variety, but of course the abstracts caught him and reeled him in easiest.

Thick, bold lines of shades. Hues of red and purples were everywhere, spatterings of blacks of several different shades. This was it, that passion that he had witnessed in Qamar. Nikolai let his fingers run as gently as he could over the face of the canvases, feeling the strokes as much as possible, hoping that the lady wouldn\'t take offense. He was simply blown away.

He could feel the rage and power under his fingertips, the pain of insanity. He could recognize it easily, even if it did come in a dose more condensed than Nikolai had ever experienced before. He saw it all, plain as night. Her pain, though he had no idea what it was, was so evident that the younger even felt a swelling in his chest at the thought of the woman painting. It was stunningly beautiful.

Nikolai hadn\'t even noticed how enrapt he was until he felt her shift ever so slightly behind him. It startled him and made his turn to face her, his admiration lingering on his otherwise expressionless face. And he simply stood there, trying to understand her, failing terribly. She was an enigma, and anyone who looked upon any of her abstract, conceptual, surreal piece would see that. It only made Nikolai\'s interest in her deepen.

Too many nights had had spent with the weak, diminutive species of woman, who thought of nothing else but the money available for spending and the cocks available for fucking. Nikolai had forgotten that in those certain rare cases, women could actually be beautifully crafted in mind as well as body. And it was refreshing to be with Sonya for the remembrance.

"These are stunning," was the only thing he could say. He couldn\'t muster up even a feined smile, and kept his eyes on either the painting between his fingers or the woman gazing at him with that air of queen-like pride. He was in her queendom for the night.

[The Cedar Witch]

Had Nikolai been anything other then an artist himself, the woman would have been extremely offended that he had dared touch her artwork. While it did make her mildly nervous to see hands touching her passion that had not painted it to begin with, she was still and did not protest. Besides, these were not her jewels. It was incredibly flattering that he had such an intense reaction to her work, and it was like no other appreciation that she had received before. And if she was being any less cautious, she would have let her guard down for a moment.

"Thank you, but these aren\'t my best," she glanced at the painting he seemed so entranced in, recalling with stunning clarity exactly when she painted it and exactly how she was feeling. That was after her first fledged had left her, one whom she was rather fond of and had high hopes for. But all good things seem to end and bring fourth enough inspiration to tare apart a canvas or two, regardless of price.

"My real work is in my studio, but I\'m sure you\'ll understand if I say that it is off limits." a coy smile. That entire room was off limits, but there were other beds to lay in, when and if the night progressed to such. The Ukrainian took a step toward him, as if to look closer at her own work, when really it was just a move to get nearer to him to perhaps trigger some sort of a reaction on his part. She stood off to his left shoulder, glancing at what he was looking at from behind him. The woman inhaled quietly, taking in his musky and enticing scent.

"That was painted some time in the sixteen hundreds," the woman explained softly into his ear. Her eyes held a quiet intensity as she recalled that night. The canvas she stretched by hand, sanded down, primed, sanded again, and primed a second time. Such a careful procedure only to be mutilated furiously by the wrath of her paint brushes. She couldn\'t even remember the name of her first fledgling anymore. It didn\'t matter, especially not now. Not when she had such a delightful catch in her web.

[Saiketsu]

The younger paused with his eyes on the painting as she stepped closer. He feined concentration as he watched her through the corner of his eye, that scent reeling him into her every wish. Black widow spider. No vampire ever had to take a step closer to get a better view of anything so large; Nikolai knew just as well as she did that everything she saw was no closer a foot backwards than where she stood now. She was pressing herself to him in a manner of speaking.

Something hissed with pleasure in the back of his mind, and Nikolai had to battle with himself to keep from frowning. There would be no break for the vampire, only a night of battling for control of his own mind. If Sonya weren\'t so close he may have sighed.

Instead, he tried to wrap his mind around the thought of this beautiful creature in the sixteenth century, alone in a room with paint smothering a large velvet dress which probably cost more back then than it would today. Golden lace hems holding in a bursting, cold bosom, black hair flowing and the intensity of an angered queen in her glassy eyes. The sixteenth century. She was ancient.

Nikolai had witnessed the first World War when he was a child. A human child. This woman had probably witnessed the Crusades to Jerusalem when she was a fledgling. He was claimed in the 1940\'s, right before the second World War at twenty-five. She couldn\'t have been older than twenty-three when she was claimed, if that. How many years ago? How old was she? It was a tempting question to ask, but Nikolai knew better than to ask a woman her age, especially an older one. "Of course," was all he said.

He had never met a vampire over five hundred. First Jean-Luc, then his Sire at nine hundred and forty-something years. The younger vampire could never imagine living that long. And yet Sonya felt even older still. Older than Damien. And she was interested in Nikolai for the evening. This time, he did smirk.

"What\'s this one called?" he turned to her, speaking softly and inching himself discreetly in her direction. He didn\'t expect her not to notice. "If you don\'t mind me asking." Nikolai couldn\'t have cared less what the painting was called. He might not even remember it after this one night. The younger was simply more intested in eliminating the distance between himself and Sonya, figuratively and litterally.

[The Cedar Witch]

Effortlessly the ancient kept eye contact, hardly moving or breathing. The subtle movement on his part did not go unnoticed, but Sonya made no sign of it on the outside. It was almost as if this game had turned into a test of self control, which surely was no effort on her part. The woman\'s lack of patience was the only factor that could lend to her giving in. The fact that they were still speaking of her painting almost slipped her mind, but she did not rush to fill the silence.

"контроль." her tongue moved flawlessly over the language, and she didn\'t bother to translate. There was something in the Ukrainian\'s eye that seemed to dare him to move closer, to do something risky, something more then just talk about her work. It may have been a test, or a plea. Regardless, she was curious to see just how much grace he could exhibit, how much \'контроль\' he had. Such a pretty little fly, stepping so carefully in the web. The woman smiled softly, drinking in the attention and admiration like blood.

"If you\'re done looking through these," she began in a soft whisper, taking another step forward toward Nikolai and nearly closing the distance between the two of them. The immortal pressed a single finger to his chest and traced a soft line down. "I could give you a tour of the house, if you\'re interested." Not her most creative, but things were moving slow and the ride here had only drawn out her desire. Maybe he could take her mind off of James for the night.

[Saiketsu]

That was it. Something purred inside of him as his eyes followed her finger down his chest not bothering to hide his glance at her flawlwss chest. A trail of heat lit under her finger and he found himself wanting her more than he would have openly admitted to anyone.

A snicker of course, followed by an immediate image of Jean-Luc\'s sweet face. For a moment his jaw tightened behind smiling lips and his eyes flickered away. Just long enough for the Frenchman to fade, leaving a sour taste in Nikolai\'s mind. The leeches fed from his gathering hatred towards the creature named Adam, swelling darkly in the back of his mind and sucking on the gathering arousel that this dame was offering. But why would he ever show this woman? The crooked smile returned to its full glory.

"Sorry," he said, gazing down at the distance between them as he closed it completely. Her breasts, so full and pale were touching his chest faintly. He loved tits, dead or alive. When his eyes landed back on her\'s, there was no mistaking what he was saying. "I\'m not interested." As he leaned in, he came off rougher than he meant to. His lips found hers deeply, dropping much of the pretense of the moment passed.

[The Cedar Witch]

Something flickered across Nikolai\'s face for a second, something that deeply interested the woman. But before a question could form on her lips, they were buried beneath his. And for a moment she humored him, slipping her slender, bare arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer to her tightly clad body. Short lived passion, enough bait for now. Without hesitating the Ukrainian pulled away, breaking the contact without meeting any resistance to speak of.

"That\'s a shame," velvet flowed from her vocal chords and renewed fire leapt into her eyes again, meeting his in a challenge. Slowly she moved away from him, well aware that she was being watched. "I was looking forward to showing you my room," it came out as a quiet and disappointed sigh as she turned toward the kitchen and slowly sauntered off in that general direction. Expecting the younger one to follow, of course. With a pace so practiced and posture so mastered, she nearly floated into the kitchen.

There was a soft clinking sound as Sonya removed a dark bottle from the refrigerator and a single crystal glass. Soundlessly, something that resembled thick, chilled wine filled the empty glass, and it was only when the dark stain hung on her lips that she did look back to see if the fly had followed. After all, there was still a flight of stairs to be climbed.

[Saiketsu]

Had she been any closer to him in age, Nikolai would have reacted angrily when she pulled away. Had she been human, he may have purposely injured her, made her cry until she begged for him to consider keeping her alive. If she were any less enchanting he would have drained her on her own vanill-colored floor. And if she were any less intriguing, he would have fucked her and left, whether she liked it or not...

As soon as she had rounded a corner, he grasped onto his forehead, as if trying to stop the consuming blackness from taking over his mind. His jaw ached from the tightness and he heard that same laughter deep inside. No truce. Adam wanted to see exactly what Nikolai was going to do. God, what a fucking prick. The thought was loud and clear, another battle for control. Jean-Luc\'s face. A flicker.

It all happened fast and once the man was soothed by his own foolish desires of torturing our hero in the play, Nikolai composed himself, walking the distance slowly. He was there when she turned back around. Her lips were tainted and the scent of blood filled the air. His green eyes gazed at her, a strength behind them to mask the utter chaos beginning to swell in his mind.

The scent of blood fit the woman nicely. Too nicely. Even the though his Thirst was sedated nicely, his mouth watered and his jaws, along with several other muscles of his body, ached to be close to her again. What a tease. A cracked smile, maintaining politeness with all due respect. His lips tingled as much as his abdomen did and he could hear the snickering all over again.

He eyed her coyly, mouthing the word "Bullshit". He was calling her bluff easily, perhaps with one of his own. There was no possible way he could have known it was one way or the other, no hints given or cues dropped. Just pure chance.

[The Cedar Witch]

"What was that?" The woman inquired, taking another delicate sip before placing the glass onto the counter top with a soft, musical clink. Ever-so-slowly she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, savoring the sweet metallic taste even if it wasn\'t as fresh as she would have preferred. And in the back of her mind Sonya wondered if perhaps this one wouldn\'t put up too much of a fight to a small taste. When was the last time she had tasted aged, dead blood? None of them were quite as interesting as Nikolai.

Fluidly she moved toward him, eyes never blinking and never moving from his. When she came to a stop she was mere centimeters from him, breathing softly and barely grazing his chest with her breasts. Her gaze flickered to his lips and she barely opened her mouth to speak, "Did you say something?" her voice was liquid seduction yet she exhibited perfect control of herself, denying him any sort of bodily contact. Very slowly the immortal leaned in, moving her lips so close to his that they barely touched. But the very second she was close, she pulled away, smiling and walking now toward the stairs that were beyond the kitchen.

Nikolai would have been a fool not to follow her. She took each step at a human pace, purposefully forcing herself not to appear so eager to bed him as she really was. The woman glanced back when she was at the top of the stair, making sure he did not get lost in the trip. She floated past the first and second closed doors, one of them the room that James had been in. No need to have any unnecessary thoughts. Her trip took the Ukrainian across the balcony-esque hallway where the door on the right opened before her. Red colored walls looked out from the room.

Here the woman stopped and turned toward him, "Are you sure you don\'t want a tour?" she gave him another one of those smiles, secretly eager to see what move Nikolai would make in this game. Hopefully nothing to spoil what ancient had in mind. He had been so polite so far, so perfect, she was nearly expecting something to wreak it.

[Saiketsu]

Every single blasted move she made moved him and she knew it. While there was no sense in hiding it anymore, Nikolai wasn\'t fond of being led around. Certainly he enjoyed the workings of her tongue, the lack of heat radiating from her body and the breasts barely skimming his chest, the gentle glide of her body as she moved past, that smell which turned the inner workings of his dick... But to be controlled by them, by her.... It wasn\'t pleasurable in the least.

But her age demanded respect, even if it wasn\'t his natural manner. "I said \'bullshit\'." The vampire smiled as she twisted up the stairs. There was no reluctance in his stride as he followed her, the leeches resting and waiting for the time being; a calm before the storm. His eyes remained as steady as his hard-on as he climbed up after the woman, quietly admiring the skill and craft put into the house.

As he reached the top, feeling as though he had dragged his feet the entire way, she popped her question and opened a door to a blood colored room. Nikolai couldn\'t help but smile; why even pretend anymore?

"If you are so interested in giving me a tour," Nikolai stopped in front of her, pressing his cold hardened body against hers without reluctance. His lips were only centimeters from hers, his hands resting on her hips again, asserting his dominance if only for a few moments, "than why don\'t you." It was a dare more than a question and before giving her a chance to react, he pushed her roughly against the door, his lips finding hers more gently than before. His mind raced and traced over all his possible mistakes in case the woman became angered. But he wouldn\'t let her go until she made him, not this time.

[The Cedar Witch]

Nothing about what Nikolai did caught her off guard in the least bit, after all she was practically begging for it, in a manner of speaking. But it wasn\'t, in any way, dull. She certainly had every intention of giving this man a tour. The fact that the woman was currently not necessarily in a place of dominance had nothing to do with it. Being pressed between the wall and his hardened body as well as his cold lips was not unwelcome. Most certainly not.

What was it, fifty years, seventy five, since she last had a cold one at her disposal? The only ones that the ancient had bothered with were her own, not anyone she picked up off of the street. Every other immortal she had encountered outside of her own bloodline were too young to be considered anything interesting. But for whatever reason, Nikolai was an exception. There was just something more complex to him that made the woman want to waste her time with him.

The Ukrainian\'s lips crushed against his with more energy then he had initially shown her. Sliding her arms around his body, she pressed him closer to her, already aching to feel every inch of his member. One of her hands moved to the back of his head, fingers intertwining themselves in his hair. The kiss became something rougher, and the ancient pushed against him, guiding him purposefully toward the ruddy colored bed.

[Saiketsu]

Black Widow Spider.

Nikolai followed her easily, pulling her with him as much as she was pushing backwards. He hardly noticed when his legs hit something hard, the other\'s mouth moving too viciously to keep control of his senses, his respect factor, and the leeches all at once. Her hand in his hair, he could feel himself pressed against her thigh, a pressure building that they both wanted released from, physically as well. Nikolai\'s arms pulled her waist closer as he matched her strength. The urge to grind into her was too strong to ignore and the younger pressed himself against the other immortal, his manhood perking beneath the fabric of his pants.

Until she pushed him backwards onto the bed. He felt his descent slowly, felt the plush fabric catch him, felt the leeches rush, his eyes widened to view the night and the creature who placed her lithe body on top of his. Clawed hands ached to unwrap his present as he lay there with the alluring queen\'s cold core pressed near his member. Only a few more layers.

Hands continued to grope onto the small of her back, finding the string with enough skill. Nikolai toyed with it while she put her weight on top of him, pulling one string slowly. Then the other, a cross-hatch. Another. And another.

Yessss. It was in unison, Nikolai and Adam.

Black Widow Spider.

[The Cedar Witch]

This was her throne. And while his attention lay in unlacing the delicate garment, she moved to unbutton his pin-striped shirt between frantic kisses. Sonya did not take her time, making quick to toss the over-shirt to the floor as he managed to unlace the same garment that James had clumsily fumbled over. But before the fabric could fall from her body, the woman held it securely in place with one hand while pulling the remainder of what covered his upper body off of him with the other.

The first thing that caught the ancient\'s eye was the permanent art coloring the milky skin on his body. Still keeping herself covered, she leaned forward and traced her finger slowly around the outline of the heart tattoo, not so much admiring it, but feeling it as a delightful addition to the game. From there her finger traveled to his nipple, tracing a circle around the pierced nub before she moved to the other, taking her time and repeating the process. Delightful, and the immortal couldn\'t help but smile.

Finally the maroon corset fell to the floor, exposing her deathly pale skin in the moonlight without shame. The woman moved fluidly, leaning into him and placing a hand on either one of his arms she slowly moved them up, tracing the decorated sleeves of his arms. Her lips stopped within a hair\'s breadth of his and she made fierce, hungry eye contact before moving in to kiss him with the same fury as before. And suddenly the slow pace that she had deliberately set while exploring the skin of his abdomen quickened with the chest-to-chest contact.

The ancient could feel his desire through the layers of clothing that remained and it only served to intensify her own longing to eliminate the separation. Her mouth moved from his lips, trailing quick and desperate kisses from his jawline to the base of his throat. It wasn\'t Thirst that pulled at her, this was lust. Sliding down his body, the woman continued the trail until she reached the heart tattoo where she placed a deliberate kiss precisely where the dagger pierced through, when what she really wanted to do to his heart was not so gentle.

But Sonya did not linger, instead tracing her tongue along the same path that her finger explored, pausing at one of his nipples. Slowly she traced a circle, flicking her tongue lightly over the metal of the piercing before taking it into her mouth entirely. In the back of her mind she strained to remember if she had ever encountered another with such decoration, knowing full well that if handled properly a piercing could intensify sensual feelings. No, none that she could remember. Not men anyway. And that thought made her laugh inside.

But the pretty creature beneath her with eyeliner was most definitely a man, that fact was painfully evident with the desire pressing against the cloth barrier of her core. But instead of moving to release the prize of its cloth prison, Sonya slid back up to his lips, nipples grazing his chest on the journey there. Ferocity met his lips again, tongue prodding between them in a frantic fashion.