Ezra

[Michael]

Ezra's not immune to her touch. It sends electricity along his jaw that begs a response. But he's a patient man, a cautious lion lurking in the bushes, waiting to strike. She could dare him with looks all she wanted. He wouldn't budge. "And rush the moment? I'd never." honey, so sweet, drizzled over his purr.

Each move he made, she countered with her own. They were dancing to a song of desire. Two predators caught in a deadly waltz. Lion and wolf, fighting for the right to lead the other to ruin. The warmth of her palm glides from shoulder to chest. What's this? "Hmm?" the wolf bears her fangs, taking him by surprise. A distance of an inch closed in less than a second connects their lips. Unlike with Eva, there are no fireworks to meet him when he and Mischa kiss. There's the crackle of a fire, the sway of embers in the winds of passion. The wolf's bite warms him, but her fangs don't pierce deep enough to burn.

He tugs her closer by the waist, hand gripping tight her curves. Ezra wouldn't submit, nor would he back away. He'll fight to the bitter end to win this game. The flame in him burns hotter as he presses their lips deeper into each other. More. He growls, demanding her mouth to part with his tongue. Lonely, it seeks out her own to fill the void. She'd wanted what Eva had gotten, and he gives it to her.

Wet, hot, their tongues would collide in a passionate waltz that ebbs and flows with the parting and joining of their mouths. Ezra doesn't hide his lust. A lion's pride refuses it. No, he embraces it, drinking up as much of her salty-sweet taste as he can. But he keeps enough of himself back in preparation for the unexpected. Still, the energy in his limbs begs for release. Demands that he tests boundaries to see how far this wolf will let him go.

He attempts to breach the confines of her clothes. Down his hand would slide, seeking the river between her thighs. She hadn't done this with him, but would Mia? Silenced by hunger, the temptation to ask gets shoved aside.

Cower to the lion or bite back. Which would Mia choose?

[Michael]

Careful, Ezra, you're walking into the den of a wolf. She's smiling with her fangs disguised as pearly whites. Get too close, and she'll eat you like a rabbit fresh from the hunt. Ah, but that doesn't matter to him. He sees what he wants too. Those deep blues are innocent, not masking a predator on the prowl. The guise she wears fits tight and snug.

Silly man.

Ezra has no reason to doubt that her lip bite meant more than satisfaction. A subtle signal to send him higher up her arm. There he is, inches away from Cerberus, outside the gates of Elysium. "You have beautiful eyes." the color of the ocean in a storm. She taunts, and he smiles. "No." she plays his game well, but he's sure he plays it better. "Consent is important. I'm just making sure I have it." A hand slips onto her waist, and his fingers coil around curves, taking in her warmth. There's a game to be played here. He can smell it on her breath. A challenge, issued with cinnamon and fire. Let's see how willing she is to participate.

"Now, I'm waiting for you to tell me what you want. We've been so coy with each other. I think I need to hear it to be sure." a mouse he'd been, a lion he becomes. He reaches for her face with his other hand. Brushing back strands of blue with his fingers, he goes to cup her cheek in a tender embrace. "Two easy words. Kiss me." he whispers with a seductive purr.