You Take me by the Heart when you..[poptart]

Since he'd already fed, there was a lack of urgency in his actions, one that he had a feeling would build back up over the course of the night.

As it was, he regarded her like a sumptuous desert he intended to take his time enjoying.Lochlann had no idea it was more like he was a house cat staring at a lion.

He was going to thank this woman for setting him free. That's what it felt like, as though he'd been manacled up in iron, sick and exhausted from denying he was a monster, and now that she'd reminded him he was free.

She crawled up to him and grabbed his shirt, whispering in his ear: "You're taking too long."

He tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging gently, stroking the back of her neck. His other hand was down low, doing something she wouldn't be able to see. He whispered back, "You can wait."

Only he didn't wait.

As if on que, he pushed her back onto the bed, sliding his knee between her legs to push her back further, and his one hand made a grab at her arms to hold them above her head.

Earlier, he'd taken off his belt, and he used that now to tie her hands to the bed post* above her. He tied the belt tightly, not caring if it gave her the pins and needles sensation in her fingers after a bit. That would be the least of the uncomfortable things he'd do to her tonight.

Lochlann leaned over her, pushing her legs apart with his knees and occupying the space between them. He ran his tongue down her arms, mussing her hair with his other hand, and then he hovered over her and smiled.

His hand went to his pants and he pulled out the silver knife she'd given him.

"It's a shame," he said, running the blade down her arms, following the path his tongue had taken earlier. His touch with the blade was gentle, not enough to even raise marks, but his voice had a threat behind it. "I didn't even get a chance to use this.

He leaned closer to her ear, pressing himself harder between her legs as he did so. He moved the knife from the arms to the base of her throat and said, "I had to use my teeth."





(**ooc: i uh took some liberties here. If you'd like me to go back and edit it I can~ I was making the assumption that Mihk could probably work his way free since I can't imagine the duke of hell was never tied up before xDD Also Loch won't do anything physically harmful with the knife~)

She had that same smirk on her face and Lochlann pressed himself a little closer to her in response. She exposed her neck and he kissed down it, laughing softly when she asked him, "Did you have a good meal?"

"I'm about to have a better one," he flicked his tongue across her ear. He was running the fingertips of the hand that didn't have the knife up and down her arms and side, just barely grazing her breast each time.

"Did the girl think the same or were you just as sloppy earlier?"

"I never asked," he said, pulling back. He took the knife and ran it down the center of her body, ripping the fabric as he went. He was slow at first, letting the cool air hit her skin, but when it was done he peeled her clothing off suddenly, tossing it to the floor and dropping the dagger besides them.

He leaned back over her, running his left hand up her body, circling her breast, but never quite giving in. His mouth was only an inch from her own.

"I'm going to fuck you on every piece of furniture in this room," he said and then he kissed her, grinding himself into her.

He was going to take her to the edge over and over again but wouldn't let her finish until she was exhausted. He didn't think she'd beg, not with the smirks she'd been giving him, so Lochlann had the full intention of making this pleasure hell for her. Women tasted so much better when they wanted it.

That knife wasn't going very far, either. He had plans for that.

"I'll be surprised if you get past this bed,"

Her comment didn't really seem to be affecting him--he was too far gone to be worried about his ego, and the effects of the elixir were still gripping him. He said, "It'll be a surprising night then."

She squirmed and Lochlann enjoyed the view of her body and then the roughness of her kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair.

And then he exhaled sharply in her mouth as her knee forced all the breath out of him. His heart started to race and spots danced at the edge of his vision and, Lochlann realized, it was the closest he'd ever come to knowing what drowning felt like.

She was laughing, but Lochlann was up, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it to the ground, kicking off his shoes and stripping out of his pants. He'd have a bruise tomorrow,but for now his torso was unmarked, the only thing marring him was an ugly scar, still new, on one leg.

He knew she was in charge of this situation. He'd said as much when he'd told her I am yours, but this was the only way he had to worship her...and hate her.

Lochlann was back on the bed and then back at her, kissing and biting down her body, his hands finding her breasts while he worked his way downward with his mouth. He attacked her sex with his mouth, licking, sucking, nibbling, working with any response from her body.

One of his hands reached up and he grabbed the knife, trailing the cold blade down her side. And then, he didn't care if it was a little depraved, he slid the hilt of the knife into her. He gripped the blade with his hands, moving it like he was taking her, blood dripping and running down the length of the blade from where it was cutting into his palms.

He barely felt the pain but when his hands became too slick to continue, he tossed the knife to the side again and spread his blood across her, pulling away and moving back up. His hand left prints on her as he touched and groped her. This time, he pushed himself forward, trying to keep her legs in a position where they couldn't kick him. He cupped her face in his palm, brushing his thumb across her lips, his mouth inches from hers again.

"I intend to start with the bed," he told her, "so if that kick was your way of telling me you're not interested, you should use your words instead."