If Vercingetorix thought Daedra would be an easy one to dominate and keep locked away, quiet and submissive, she was setting himself up for disappointment. She had come easily thus far, but only because she had wanted to – she could be a hell-raiser when she put her mind to it. But it was no matter – the pair would have plenty of time to surprise each other. Tonight they could play nicely. Or as close to it as she got. She felt him creep a little closer when she turned away. He was so close now that she could feel his warm breath on her cool, damp skin. Her gaze slid back towards him. His eagerness was almost tangible, as though the air around him thrummed with energy – or perhaps that was her. Daedra was enjoying the effect she had on him. Perhaps it was a dangerous game to play with someone she barely knew, but she barely knew anyone and it was so much fun. She watched as his soft, red silhouette moved beside her, and felt the soft wisps of his breath move from her neck to her head. Her muscles tensed, hardening beneath her dark, charcoal skin. It was a better kind of tension, though, wrought by anticipation rather than fear or anger. At his words a short, soft half-laugh escaped Daedra’s lips. Oh, she liked the way he played. She pushed his nose away with her own, but gently, so that she could look at his face in the shadows. Smiling devilishly to herself, she brought her own lips closer to him, not quite to his ear but close enough that she could whisper. “I’d like to see you try.” |