Wary eyes watch him, taking care to notice how his dark gaze drinks her in and his nostrils flare at her perfume; terribly heightened by the last few weeks of her season coming to an end. She was a furious fire dying to be put out but she was not an overly eager lady to give in to the first male who catches her eye; she'd held onto her virtue longer than most for keeping a level head. Yet she can’t help but wonder as Atair trails closer, his breath warm against her chilled skin, what would happen if she did continue to tease and prod at him. Not many men had such great resolve as he apparently did.

His words make her ears rise from her unruly mop of mane, the irritation she feels leaving her body just as soon as it has come on, chased away by the close proximity her darker counterpart now has on her. She brings her head around to the side he is on, just as his chest makes contact with her white striped belly. Their eyes meet, the naive girl she was truly seeing into the soul of a savage male for the first time. It was brief, as if a warning to his true nature, but it was enough for Eness to quell the heat just under her skin a moment. She reaches out to him, stopping short with a curious snort as his teeth press to her flesh, perhaps the very first time any have dared to touch her in such a way.

She wants to do the same, but again falls short spare for the exhalation of breath on her lips. Eness had originally set out to unnerve Atair, but my how the tables have turned. He was a dark dangerous sin indeed. Forgive me my goddess, she inwardly prays to her moon, for the terrible thoughts that plague our girl’s mind. “I am not so fragile to break from a single glance,” she attempts to reason him, to bring his warm touch back to her curious aching skin but just as quick as Atair had given her a small taste of what he was, was he no sooner locking it back behind that stoic expression of his.

”Press what Atair,” Eness is truly curious, the pureness of her soul and entire being seeping out for all to see as she gives in to the dark sin of teasing a male she had no business partaking in, “what world do you wish to explore then? Is it beyond the dunes here?.”