An amused little smirk played across his lips, as he eyes the succubi. Oh? Is that so? He certainly hadn’t expect these kind of events, by any means.
“Do I now, Angelina? That is a rather bold statement, I must admit~” he points out to her with a chuckle.
The crow was about to answer that remark of hers, about to give her a bit of teasing. After all, how much fun would it be to just allow her to have her way so easily? However, it seemed she had managed to keep one step ahead of him this time in their game, and ended up lacing their lips together in a kiss, before he could utter a word. Well… Perhaps he could tease her another time.
Instead, a small smirk was felt on his own lips, as he pulled her a bit closer to him, returning the kiss she so graced him with. He knew she was a rather demanding and dominant kind of figure. She was only lucky that he knew how to serve well.
One arm kept around her waist, while his other hand lightly slid up, into her short red hair. He had to admit… Kissing this woman was a kind of bliss. Her taste and soft touch was intoxicating… While she may be a succubi, it wasn’t entirely her true form’s charm that had brought him in.
Ｔhere is a fire that rolls in the depth of her, and perhaps if he kisses her deep enough he might find it. She takes a breath through her nose slowly, taking in his scent like a fuel. When her body shifts its weight, it’s in a manner that causes the frame of herself to caress his own. The wealth of coiled strength and warmth to be found under his fingers, waiting to be explored.
Ｉts equal parts her succubus nature, an the rest her bold personality that gives her an advantage in this game of theirs. Yet, he is not with out his charm to have drawn her attention. Something about his mystery, that dark enigma, and the dangerous charm sends a shiver down her spine and seeds a desire for him in her core.
Ｈer kiss taste of the same succulent red that she wears; tainted with a bitter tang of berry and yet all to rich and deep. Much like her skill, as she tilts her head to roll those painted lips along his own. The fingers nestled into his dark locks knead lightly at the base of his skull, while her lips pull back to run her teeth along his bottom lip. Those burning eyes peak out from under her lashes, and she smiles before leaning in for another kiss. The first one was a trial run, this next is deeper and much more personal as her fingers rake down the front of him. Those skilled digits hook around the buttons fastening his clothing, and she goes about undoing them gracefully.
