I might hold you to that. [His tone is warning but playfulness is slipping back in the way he looks at her, his strange blood-red eyes crinkling a little at the corners. He licked over the sensitised skin of her neck until the bruise he had left in his wake was a dark, obvious purple, difficult to conceal.
He let out a low, approving hum as she removes her jacket, giving him more warm skin to touch. He won't do the same unless she asks, too aware that she might not want to have this much contact with his icy skin. Instead, he slips his hands beneath her tank top, cupping her breasts carefully and brushing the pads of his cold fingers across her nipples.]
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He let out a low, approving hum as she removes her jacket, giving him more warm skin to touch. He won't do the same unless she asks, too aware that she might not want to have this much contact with his icy skin. Instead, he slips his hands beneath her tank top, cupping her breasts carefully and brushing the pads of his cold fingers across her nipples.]