"Woah- hey!" I exclaim fearfully, my feet being swept off the ground quicker than I can blink. My stomach lurches. "Soren!" I find myself half yelling, voice rising as my fingers curl around his shoulder, terrified of letting go- or being dropped. His only response is a velvety laugh. His eyes glow a stark red, but not with anger.
"We have only just become acquainted and you are already screaming my name, how lovely," he retorts with a dark chuckle as I shift in his arms, trying not to look, or think about his words, or feel the cool of his breath on my skin, yet with the proximity of our bodies, it's hard not too. I squirm.
"Yeah I bet you would like that, you hedonistic bastard," I sneer, turning my head to the side to hide the flushness of my face. Despite everything, the crude manner of his talk never fails to throw me off guard. He shifts his arms around me to accommodate my movement.
