And something seemed to happen. While Dao was all laughs and grins, something stirred.. a simple memory.. a spark of happinesss...
And at her words.. he actually seemed to smile.
Something radiant and untempered filled his eyes before he breathlessly smashed his body into hers as they met in a feral kiss against the wall. His hands pinned her's to the wall tightly above them, the other supporting her frame as he growled and felt his fangs elongate, kissing her ferociously and slipping in his tongue.
How long had he felt the hot zing of a kiss? A wild embrace?
But it wasn't just that. It was the way she said it that turned something on.
"Not with you."
Those three little words broke a damn inside him he stored so deeply within. The emotions rushed out in a fury. He was practically trying to make love to her through her clothes as finger nails and claws tried to rip them off while keeping her supported.
"Not with you."
Jada.. the love of his life used to tell him that when he'd kiss her and they'd lose themselves. Each one.. a moment of heaven. A forgotten piece of devoted time.
But that was how many years ago? And she'd refuse him, had refused him now.. yet he still begged and wished to be with her without restrain.
'You're an animal!"
He huffed, hands still wildly exploring this new woman, searching.. wanting to find that thing he'd lost..
Love.
'You're a monster. Stay away from me! Don't you dare touch me!'
Each of those memories was like a slap to the face, and he fought it down, between the heat and the need-
'Jada.. I'm sorry.. I'm...' a door clicked closed in that memory. And all he could think of was... I love you.
He jerked away suddenly, as if he had just been slapped. His face had just been plastered against her body, almost all of their clothing hanging off.
And then he moved away suddenly, as if startled, frightened and alarmed.
What.. why was he thinking of Jada now.
He turned on his heel, releasing a long heated breath as he raked a hand through a tangle of his dark hair.
"S.. sorry, love. It.. we're kinda being a bit inappropriate. " the laugh came, the one he did after almost any sentence. But something felt.. hollow.. forced of it.
He composed himself before finally turning towards the woman he had plastered against the wall.
"I.. could see if Opus wants a bang," he suggested, affording her an embarrassed and apologetic grin.