Training
She was wearing at his hard won control. And she didn't realize it until it snapped.
They had been training, as they did every day after her classes. He understood her long absences into the feudel era, and asked no questions about it, and merely picked up from where they had last left off; Sparring until she was too exhausted to peel herself off the floor. Only this time, when he knocked her legs out from under her, she locked an ankle around his and pulled him down along with her.
She froze the moment she realized something was wrong; he hadn't stood back up. He lay there above her, weight braced on his arms and his heavy breath falling warm on the side of her neck.
And suddenly his pants turned into deep sniffs against her collar bone, his nose barely grazing the sensitive skin of her throat.
Her breath caught when she felt him relax, pinning her lower body with his own, and she brought her hands up to grasp his shoulders at his rumbling growl as his tongue lightly traced the same path his breath had just taken.
She tilted her head back to give him more access at the lightest brush of sharp fangs scraping across her jugular and her legs moved restlessly against his as one of his hands moved to grasp her hip and pull her tight against him.
Then a lot of things happened at once.
She let out a soft moan, her hands coming up to weave fingers though the silky strands of his hair and to run nails down his shirtless back.
He hissed at the feel, hips grinding against hers, before his whole body tensed. Then he nearly flew off of her, fleeing the room faster than she could see.
She just laid there. Breathing heavy and cheeks flushed. "Well that was interesting."
Note: Hi guys, I'm SO SO SO sorry. I JUST realized I never uploaded this chapter for you. I've had it dont for 6ish months now? Dun kill me?