However, he decided to come at this from a different way, trying to use a piece of Emerie against herself by deflecting. To be cunning in the way she often was.
“I am also flawed,” he said, tipping his head. “So let us be flawed together.”
When she nibbled at her lips as though unconvinced, he had an urge to lean forward and lick across them to still her.
“You are tender towards me, Emerie. You are stern when you need to be, and correct me when I need it, but you still give me the freedom to make up my own mind about the world and the decisions I have made. You aided me through a time in which I was very lost and confused, and helped me to see the world in a warm and colourful way again, when all I saw was blue and red, when all I felt were the emotions that go with them. You have shown me so much and have been patient and forgiving.” Then Ingram drew his claw from the back of her ear, down the side of her neck, so he could graze it down her chest. “And you are beautiful and sensual in ways that I had never imagined possible.”
To finish off his words, he circled his claw around her exposed, scar-marred nipple. She shivered for him, and it hardened from his caress.
She gasped, covering her chest as she shot her gaze around them. “Holy shit, I didn’t realise I was fucking naked!” Since she’d accidentally squished his hand against her bare breast, he gave it a knead before sliding his palm to her back. “Where are we?”
“We are in the Veil,” he answered, noticing that they were still in the safety of the sun by her orange hair glowing. It appeared silkier than ever. “But you will always be safe with me now,” he reassured, since she had a light fear scent.
It didn’t stir hunger in him like it had once before, only worry for her comfort. She no longer needs to fear me. And he no longer needed to fear himself.
“I guess that’s true,” she grumbled, before lifting her arms to look at herself. She blushed, as she had the entire night, day, and then the following night she had been bared to him. “Why am I naked though? Is it because the blast destroyed my clothes?”
“You are asking the wrong person, little butterfly,” he said with a chuckle.
For once, she reminded him of Aleron from when they would both, foolishly, ask each other questions about the situation they had both been a part of. He found it quite humorous coming from her.
Instead of trailing just one finger over her, Ingram tickled all the claws of his free hand from the soft curves of her arse, all the way up the indents of her spine. She twitched and shivered while letting out a cute, raspy moan.
Even though her scent had turned tangy with light arousal just from the simple touch, Ingram felt no desire to have her mount him other than a singular throb behind his seam.
All he sought in that moment was her embrace. Her warmth, her scent, the soft outline of her body. Just Emerie and her essence up against his own.
He wanted to view her at his leisure so he could take in her supple skin, and the little dark-brown freckles that were scattered across it. The many white scars of claws that she had bravely survived, which allowed her to be in this moment with him. The burn scars that ran down the left side of her, that didn’t make her more or less, but were just part of what made Emerie, Emerie.
He touched every inch of her, satisfying his craving to brush either his claws, the pads of fingers, the backs of his knuckles, or his palms over her softness, her silkiness, and know that it all belonged to him. Just as every one of his scales belonged to her and would always welcome her gentle caress – or the scrape of her nails in their moments of sexual intimacy.
Even the tips of her hair were played with as he twirled his fingers around the ends to tangle himself in their trappings. All the while, her icy-blue eyes stayed on him, and he would occasionally peer into them so he could lose himself in their mesmerising depths.
His heart was overfilled with adoration for the female who was letting him touch how he wanted to, how he needed to.
She wasn’t shying away like she once had when unclothed, instead allowing him to drink his fill of her with his greedy gaze. She had no qualms about being exposed to him, although it was obvious she didn’t want the world to see.
He was the only one special enough to her.
Like he couldn’t help himself, he circled his claw around her nipple once more, just because he wanted to see it stiffen in reaction to him and his touch. So sensitive, and all his.
Her scent had long ago flooded with deep arousal that had flushed her chest and cheeks. Every second that he didn’t place his hands directly against her pleasure spots, the more she fluttered for him.
Twitching, she gave pants and sharp breaths – even when he only grazed innocent places like the back of her calf or thigh. He liked that he could elicit such a carnal and passionate reaction with just the barest of teases.
“Why are you still crying, Ingram?” she asked. He paused as he darted his sight to her face. “Especially when your orbs are pink.”
“Because I am... happy you are here when I thought I had lost you. I am overcome by my love for you right now.”
“I love you, too.” Her own eyes prickled with tears, and she cupped the underside of his jaw with both hands. “You are very pretty like this.”
If he had feathers, she would have ruffled them completely. Her compliments always made his chest feel light and fluffy.
The colour brightened in intensity. “I always thought I was pretty,” he playfully grumbled. “I am the only Mavka with a beak.”
Her smile grew. She cupped the underside of his beak and bent closer. “Kiss?” she asked with such an airy and heated voice.
It stroked him on a deep level, like she was trying to brush against his soul with just a single word.
Yes, he wanted to kiss. He always wanted to, now that he knew how good it felt, and how much it spread tenderness throughout his heart, thawing it completely for a time.
A pant fell from him and parted his beak, as he held the side of her face and licked across her tongue when she shot it out for him. The moment their tastebuds tickled across each other’s, he sought to fill her mouth completely.
She wouldn’t let him – at least, not without a fight.
It was her way of playing with him, of making the kiss equal before he always won. Each lick had him holding her tighter and tighter like he wanted to sink her inside his torso.
“I never thought I would get to kiss you again,” he almost groaned, just as he sunk his tongue inside the warm, damp sweetness of her mouth. “Or hold you, touch you.”
Her eyes crinkled in anguish, but it was quickly replaced as he pushed more inside, dominating her mouth and her thoughts. She moaned, before swelling a panted, lost breath around it. Then, she tossed her head to the side and buried it against his neck.