"Yes," Eric says almost softly, as he lets his eyes drift shut. Focusing on picking up scents.
"I can smell soap and oil on your skin. Toothpaste - and your salvia.I can smell your hair and your sweat. Your arousal." That word is purred, deep and low.
"I can smell the chalk of your bones. I smell your sinews and your flesh. I smell your blood."
His fangs come down and it's not entirely on purpose.
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Date: 2014-05-14 11:33 am (UTC)"I can smell soap and oil on your skin. Toothpaste - and your salvia.I can smell your hair and your sweat. Your arousal."
That word is purred, deep and low.
"I can smell the chalk of your bones. I smell your sinews and your flesh. I smell your blood."
His fangs come down and it's not entirely on purpose.