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After Sabretooth exited the room, Dezra had to take a moment to recover herself. Her heart was racing and her blood was pounding through her veins. Every fiber of her being ached for him. No experience that she could recall before this could compare. The way he lit her up was beyond any reaction to another man she had met. Men had come and gone through her life, but none had caused such a primal reaction to rise up in her blood. The way he smelled, moved, watched and spoke set a fire deep inside. She was not sure how long she would be able to hold off from him.
"But why do I fight?" She questioned herself. "If he appeals to me in such a way, why should I refrain from engaging in a relationship with him?" The longer she thought about it, the more she realized that despite his instinctual attraction, he had a dark nature that frightened a deep part of her. She knew that if she were to ever give in to their mutual lust, she would have to commit all the way or never see the man again. He would change her irrevocably.
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Victor's shower was soothing, but he wished that Dezra would have joined him. His imagination was more than adequate to picture her delightful body wet and naked next to his. He growled at his own distraction and turned the shower off. He pushed the shower curtain to the side and grabbed the towel off the toilet. He dried himself off and snatched the pants up. The pants were a little tight, but he squeezed himself into them with no complaint. He would work with what he had.
"Besides, tight pants never did David Bowie any wrong." He chuckled to himself at his inner commentary before grabbing the shirt as well. She had given him a button up shirt, which was probably a wise decision. If it was too small, he could just leave it unbuttoned or opt out of wearing it at all. He imagined the expression on Dezra's face if he left the room with no shirt on. He enjoyed the thought so much, he took the shirt off anyways and balled it up in his hand.
When he left the bathroom, Dezra was folding clothes and placing them on her bed. Each fold was crisp and perfectly matching each one before it. He wondered at himself briefly for his reasons for wanting to get involved with a woman who was so anal retentive. She lifted her eyes from her project briefly and then back down to her clothing. Her eyes then gradually drifted back up as she took in what he was wearing, or rather, what he wasn't wearing.
"Shirt too tight?" She questioned, slightly sarcastic. He grinned at her and he knew that the grin was feral because he could feel his fangs curling over his lip. The reaction in her was almost instantaneous. Her eyes hooded and a shiver ran through her body. Her hands quaked and she forced herself to focus on folding the clothes. She cleared her throat and tossed another shirt at him.
"I don't think another will fit if this one didn't." He responded to her unspoken demand with sarcasm and a raised eyebrow. She struck a pose that said, "really?" and continued to fold clothing.
"This shirt I found laying around the house. I usually use it as a pajama top, but I imagine it would be for better use if you wore it." He fought the urge to sneer, but obliged her by putting it on. The shirt fit well, in fact, it was the size of the shirts he usually got. He grunted at the fit, mildly irritated that he wouldn't be implementing his plan.
"Fits." He mumbled, running a hand through his wet hair. He frowned when he realized how long his hair had gotten. "Got some scissors around here?" He asked, pinching the end of a strand of hair with his claws.
"Of course, time for a trim?" She queried with a knowing smile on her face. "I used to have to trim my hair once a week to maintain the length. I gave up." She laughed slightly, flipping her braid over her shoulder. The thick red strand fell to her hips with ease. He had a vague wish to grab the braid and twine it around his hand while doing all sorts of sinful things to the rest of her, but he pushed those lustful urges down so he didn't make the tight pants too tight.
"If you're planning on staying longer, I figured I should tell you that a few of my children will be coming to visit soon. I only ask that you watch your language and refrain from injuring anyone." He tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow.
"I imagine I could accomplish that much. But tell me, what's in it for me?"
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His expression was scorching. His eyes raked her form with lusting fire, setting her body to flame with inspired passion. She impulsively dropped the clothing in her hand to avoid setting it on fire for real. Her skin automatically super heated, causing her birth tattoos to flare up into brilliant color. Dezra saw the flash of her tattoos in the mirror's reflection and instinctively twirled around to catch sight of herself. It had been so long since her fire tattoos had been visible, she was amazed.
"Hot damn." Sabretooth whispered, approaching her slowly, warily. He let a clawed paw slide down her arm, tracing the curve of a tattoo. The red, orange and yellow flames normally burned those who touched them, but they didn't react to his skin. "Never seen that before."
"It's not something I can control." She whispered in response, watching his fingers trail across her neck. He slowly wrapped his arms around her and leaned down to press his lips to her neck. She leaned back against his body and tilted her head back. The feeling of his lips pressing smoldering kisses across such delicate skin made her knees go week. She collapsed and he caught her with ease. He flipped her around and pulled her up into his arms.
His lips met hers and her body exploded with color. Fire ripped through her veins, sending her into ecstasy. Sabretooth held her firmly on her lower back and at the base of her head. He nipped at her lips with sharp teeth and pierced the fragile skin. Dezra gasped and reeled backwards. She felt vibrant, but out of breath. Her chest heaved with the breaths tearing through her body. Sabretooth casually stroked the skin on her lower back and passed over one of the fire tattoos. She cried out and pushed away from him. He didn't let her leave his grasp, but he didn't force the kiss on her either.
"Stop, please." She was unlatching her legs from around his hips and trying to slide to the floor. "No more, it's too much." He grinned against her skin and continued to press kisses against her neck.
"Then we'll go slower." He growled. Her body was on fire and steadily heating up.
"Stop now." Dezra commanded. When he refused to pull away, she super heated the skin in contact with his. Blisters welled up on his skin before he could pull back. One great paw slapped her across the head, throwing her through the room.
"Damnit." He snarled, wincing at the splitting skin. "Bitch." She snarled back, a vicious, wounded animal. Her gold eyes burned in sudden anger before realization rose up through her, letting calm rest in her.
"Sorry, it was too much, too soon." She paused to stand up and straighten her clothing. She managed to look like she hadn't just been romping around with a wild man, but her eyes were still molten gold and the faintest glimmer of her tattoos was visible in her skin. "Let me just, take you to a room where you can stay so you no longer have to sleep on the couch."
"Fine." He mumbled, blue eyes intense with his unabated lust.
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They passed closed and empty doors, locked and unlocked doors, brown doors and red doors until Victor's head felt like it was spinning. Finally they stopped at a plain brown door with no decorations or adornments unlike most of the other doors in the hall. Dezra pulled a key from her pocket and placed it in the lock, turning the key, she pushed the door open to reveal a extravagantly decorated room. Victor felt quite at home as he gazed at the black silk sheets and dark red pillows. Dezra stepped aside to let him in to explore the room.
"Feel free to make yourself at home, which I'm sure you'd do even without my permission." She muttered the last part under her breath, Victor smirked in reply. She was still burning from their earlier contact and he was eager to set her on fire again. She was on her way out the door when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him abruptly. He did his very best to meld their lips together in that brief moment, impressing upon her his anger and lust. He released her and stepped back, a secretive smile on his face.
"By the way, my name's Victor Creed." He gave her a knowing smile that said he had seen the places he planned to go and he liked them, "I figured you should have something better to call me when you're screaming my name." She flushed immediately and backed out of the room. He laughed heartily with sick pleasure once she left; the look on her face was priceless.
"God damn I love being me."
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Dezra was flustered after her encounter with Victor. She changed into her pajamas and tried to put him out of her mind. He was all she could think about and it was driving her crazy. Her body felt like it was running on adrenaline constantly; her body couldn't take the constant strain. She brushed her red hair slowly, trying to brush out all thoughts of him as well. Even as she crawled into bed and snuggled up under the covers, he was on her mind and creeping into her heart.