Thread: In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

Iris lashes fluttered against her cheeks as he pressed his body into her own. The hard lines of his silhouette digging into the softer curves of her figure. She could feel his desire growing against her hip and the sensation sent a tremble of trepidation through her body. She wanted him. She could recognize that as easily as he could. Her body responded his in ways that she hadnt felt in years. The heat of him, smell of him, feel of him, sound of him were all enough to make her practically melt for him. The only thing holding her back was the little voice that whispered in the back of her mind, reminding her of her mission. Of David. A slice of hesitation that kept her from completely turning herself over to him as he held her there against the stone. Eyes burning into her own. Hand on her throat, body pressed to hers, and a desire and demand in his presence that her body begged to submit to. She opened her eyes up to his, letting herself fall into that gaze as his whisper played over her lips. Her fingers tightened in his shirt again, coiling like a snake ready to strike, when he closed that immeasurable distance between them and claimed her mouth as his own. Her moan was soft, low, breathless. Her hips pressed against his as he pulled her to him and she lavished in the feel of him full and hard against her. Their kiss was slow, but every bit as demanding as his fingers wrapped around her throat. She met his kiss in kind, her tongue delving and dancing with his own until he pulled away with her lip between his teeth. Just enough to make her exhale sharply before he released her. Chartreuse eyes were heady with desire, pooling with need as they rolled up to his aggressive glare. Though he held her pinned by her neck, his body covering hers, the light in her eyes was not submission. It was excitement. Fight. Even if her body submitted to him, mentally she would stand toe to toe. Challenge him. There was a fire in Iris that burned white hot when faced with the possibility of being overtaken by Nicholas. His fingers curled in her hair and tugged her head back. Her spine arched, pressing the front of her body even tighter against his own as his mouth captured the thin and sensitive skin of her neck. She hissed, her own hands loosening their grip on his forearm and chest until they both bunched into the fabric of his shirt at his waist. Her fingers digging into her own palms through the linen. She closed her eyes and sighed as his mouth hovered over that frustrating collar of her dress, his teeth catching and tugging at the cotton before releasing the garment and her hair. Immediately her hands moved back up to his chest and she shoved him back hard enough to gain at least a foot of space, stepping away from the wall and closing the distance between them again. I am not a little miss anymore, she hissed before her mouth crashed into his own. Her arms raising to wrap around his shoulders as one hand delved into his hair and the other lowered to grip at his shoulder. She pressed against him, her kiss hot and needy, demanding in her own right, before she pulled back with her own teeth around his lower lip. Her eyes met his and she let them both burn for a heartbeat as that small voice in her mind was silenced by the pressing desire she felt for Nicholas. Are you going to fuck me here, or will we be taking this to a more private location?