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The heat of his anger cooled from his face, leaving a stoic and aloof expression behind. Jack's gaze drifted up from Sidon's sternum, she was still holding his head after all this time. Looking down at him with her soft pink eyes that with the shadow over her face, seemed to glow.

To Jack all the light in the room dimmed, as if something was devouring it and replacing it with unnatural darkness. Her eyes would glow, cutting through it, beads of light breaking off like air bubbles rising to the surface of an ocean.

Sidon wore a soft expression her face, yet she couldn't help but still be confused towards what had just happened. It felt like her brain was going in circles trying to make sense of it.

Reincarnation?

Not a Graham?

What had gone on before her?

She snapped out of it as she felt his lips against her sternum, goosebumps shot up body-wide, as if screaming from the alien contact. Her lips shivered, quivered and shook quietly at the new sensation.

His somewhat dry, yet moderately moist, lips lightly stuck to her skin. He leaned forward, no longer sitting on his legs.

Fear like an explosion jolted her system, she clung to his head as she felt as if she were going to fall back. Her body trembled, she could hear the thick quilted fabric of the feathered mattress beneath them groan as he finally rested her dorsal against the soft surface.

She forced the saliva in her mouth down her throat, gulping audibly. Hovering over her on his knees, Jack was glaring down at her with these cold predatory eyes.

The anger was gone, but it seemed a lot more than that was too.

He began to feel the surface of her skin, his hands roaming from her back, his fingers trailing. His the tips of his nails leaving little red trails along her skin that would slowly fade.

The way he licked his lips, caused her entire body to tense. The little hairs on the back of her head stood on end. She dropped her legs from around his waist, resting her backside against the soft fabric, with the strange urge to brush her thighs together.

Her face was becoming hotter, warmer.

She could feel the heat radiating off her face before long.

Yet as she was observing Jack's face, he wasn't blushing as one of his hands sweep up her side, grasping her breast. Giving it a squeeze as it was smaller than the palm of his hand.

Her teeth would clench closed, her fingers still knotted in his hair as she stared up at him. She couldn't break eye contact with him as she felt warm in all the places he touched. Everywhere else felt... cold.

He leaning in towards her, his right hand mercilessly clutching at her buttocks. His shadow was trapping her, suffocating her. As his face became mere centimeters from hers, Sidon couldn't help but raise one leg and press it against his abdomen, briefly stopping his advancing lips.

She flexed her soft eyes up at his that were like daggers, darting between them, back and forth.

Two pairs of Jack's wings would retract into his back, leaving the set from his lower back cushioning between her and the mattress. His left hand which had been fondling her breast, crept up to her neck, latching on with enough force to cause her to gasp shakily up at him.

"...Jack..." She murmured as he dipped his forehead down against hers, only for him to bring his lips to one of her short pointed ears.

"Will these strings make you dance, or will they tear those arms and legs from your vessel?" The question was a riddle, one with an educatedly blatant meaning.