Binary Love (18+)

What We Do In The Shadows *NSFW*

She felt the shift in the room as if an electric current danced across her skin. A thick musk, earthy and wild, filled her nostrils as she breathed in his pheromones. Nova bit her bottom lip to hold in a moan, her lower abdomen tightening in excitement for what was to come.

Mark's chest vibrated as he let his rumble of satisfaction continue on; his purr a way to attract a mate, as well as signal his intent. For the briefest of moments, the two of them just gazed at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Leisurely, he moved his hand to cup the back of her neck, letting his claws press just right into her skin. His fingers gripped her firmly, locking her in place as he brought his face closer.

Nova thought he was leaning in for a kiss, until he stopped and uncrossed his legs, rearranging himself into a low crouch. With tormenting slowness, he began to lay her onto to the bed, while still keeping their bodies a hairs breath apart. With his other arm, he held himself up, effectively caging her in.

Those crystal eyes gazed at her unblinking, challenging her to say the word that would stop him. But they both knew that would never happen. She was already panting for him. So keyed up and ready for him to master her that she shivered with anticipation. Just one look would have said it all...

That she was ready, waiting.

Once he laid her down, he pressed his hips against her own, letting her feel his hardness underneath the traditional loose trousers that he wore. At first, he used his knees to gently encourage her legs to open for him, allowing him to fit himself against her more snugly. Nova let her thighs spread open, pulling her knees higher to give him the room he demanded. Once she let him in however, he began to subtly rock his his hips, hinting at the motion he had planned for them both.

Even without being able to feel his impressive length, the mere presence of his powerful body above hers was so arousing for her that she could feel herself begin to get wet. Just the thought that he was about to take her was enough to turn her on.

He sniffed the air, no doubt scenting her excitement before letting out a growl so carnal that her skin prickled before she answered his call with a lusty moan herself.

Yet, despite clearly being ready to ravage her, he didn't increase the pressure of his hips, or move to take off their clothes. Instead he stared down at her, waiting for her to make the next move.

Nova tried to pull him down for a kiss, but got nowhere as he refused to budge. Then she tried to pull her own head up, but was kept locked in place as his hand held her firmly in place. With a small whimper of frustration, she then began to try to rock her hips up against his. Once again, he put a stop to it however, letting more of his weight fall onto her, pinning her into the mattress.

"Please..." She groaned in frustration.

"Please what, Nova?" He rumbled into her ear, while restarting the soft rocking of his hips. "Tell me what you want. All you have to do is ask."

Ah, she thought, so that's what he wanted.

She locked gazes with him, holding all of his attention as she dug her fingernails into his biceps.

"Please," She begged, "fuck me."

His body moved like an explosion of energy. With a throaty snarl he forced her head up to kiss him, his lips and tongue demanding entry into her mouth. There was no give in his lips or body; he was in complete control and he needed her to know it, to feel it in her bones.

As their kiss became heated, Mark began his exploration. One clawed hand stayed consistently on the back of her neck, reminding her that he was in charge, while his other hand hurriedly undid all the buttons on her overalls.