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“Mmm.” Navarre reached down to stroke her head lifted a lock of the dark, silken hair. He lifted it to his face and ran it beneath his nostrils, inhaling her scent with a heavy sigh. His fingers loosened and he let the hair tumble back to her head. He reached back down, taking pleasure in the way she shrunk away each time he gathered a fistful and slowly let it loose.

“I should have known you would’ve survived.” He nearly chuckled as he let all but a single strand of hair fall loose. With a sharp jerk he plucked it out by the roots. Manasa’s hand shot up with a twitch of pain, but he caught her wrist and held it still.

He strained closer and lowered his mouth the considerable distance to her shoulder, like a monster crouching to devour its prey. His hand snaked under her tunic and clutched the bare skin of her stomach to pull her around. His lips followed all the way, making their way hungrily to the base of her throat. She closed her eyes again, screaming inside, screaming at him to stop, to let her go, to set her free, but aloud she could barely make a sound. Her throbbing heart pounded against her chest, and his mouth lingered there, just to feel her fear.

"Please," she begged, loathing the weakness in her voice, a voice she barely recognized. “Not again….”

~Among the Ashes by ~CallistoHime and ~WishIWould

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Wooooooooah. Heh heh. That's probably given you the completely wrong idea about AtA.

Considering putting this under mature (the chapter itself is) but only if someone says they'd rather I did.

Knowing me, you must realise that Navarre's the baddie ... otherwise it's unlikely I'd be drawing him. But at least this time I don't like him. I'm just - er - 'intrigued' by his character.

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“Mmm.” Navarre reached down to stroke her head lifted a lock of the dark, silken hair. He lifted it to his face and ran it beneath his nostrils, inhaling her scent with a heavy sigh. His fingers loosened and he let the hair tumble back to her head. He reached back down, taking pleasure in the way she shrunk away each time he gathered a fistful and slowly let it loose.

“I should have known you would’ve survived.” He nearly chuckled as he let all but a single strand of hair fall loose. With a sharp jerk he plucked it out by the roots. Manasa’s hand shot up with a twitch of pain, but he caught her wrist and held it still.

He strained closer and lowered his mouth the considerable distance to her shoulder, like a monster crouching to devour its prey. His hand snaked under her tunic and clutched the bare skin of her stomach to pull her around. His lips followed all the way, making their way hungrily to the base of her throat. She closed her eyes again, screaming inside, screaming at him to stop, to let her go, to set her free, but aloud she could barely make a sound. Her throbbing heart pounded against her chest, and his mouth lingered there, just to feel her fear.

"Please," she begged, loathing the weakness in her voice, a voice she barely recognized. “Not again….”

~Among the Ashes by ~CallistoHime and ~WishIWould

--

Wooooooooah. Heh heh. That's probably given you the completely wrong idea about AtA.

Considering putting this under mature (the chapter itself is) but only if someone says they'd rather I did.

Knowing me, you must realise that Navarre's the baddie ... otherwise it's unlikely I'd be drawing him. But at least this time I don't like him. I'm just - er - 'intrigued' by his character.