'Whatever for?' he whispered, his breath whistling softly between the long shards of enamel protruding from his top jaw. 'You understand me well enough, väike nõid, and my native tongue is not something to be suukorvistada.' He pulled her hand to his mouth again, pressing his lips over the rhythmic throb of her radial pulse. His greed flared, coaxing a rippling growl from within his throat, and his eyelids fluttered as a single canine escaped it's velvety confines to graze against the thin expanse of creamy skin. Her own turmoil was not lost on him, although he didn't need to be an expert in human behaviour to sense it; her heart beat told him all he needed to know, however hard she tried to steady it.<br/><br/>'You seem tense,<span style="font-style: italic">mu kallis</span>,' he breathed, an easy, lop-sided smirk spreading over his face at her teasing. He watched with keen eyes as her sighful intake of breath forced the curves of her breasts to expand, while her little hand slipped from his grasp and she reached to stroke his face with a touch so feather light he shivered. He lent into her touch, pushing his recently grilled cheek into the warmth of Seria's small palm, and he growled feverishly<br/><br/>Echo's swelling arousal was now boldly making itself known, and the already snugly fitted material of his confines were beginning to feel rather more like a harsh prison cell. He fidgeted uncomforably a moment, then, lacing her fingers through his own  and coaxed her arm back as his weight shifted, the shoulder unto which his bulk was hoisted buckling, and the springs of the matress qualling as his arm streatched to pin her fist above her head. 'We may, if you wish it,' he simpered, ducking his head to nip playfully at her collarbone, the needle tips of his fangs dragging and snagging over the soft skin. The tip of his tongue followed suit, lapping up the tiny beads of blood that had oozed from the miniscule pinpricks, and he hummed his delight against her chest.<br/><br/>He remained there for a moment longer, cascading tender little nips and butterfly kisses over Saria's collar and slither of exposed bust, before resurfacing to meet her blue eyes with his own, ravishing green. He poised himself over her, so close the tip of his nose brushed her's, and he licked his lips hungrily.  '<span style="font-style: italic">Kuid kõigepealt, teid võib huvitada lubama mina kergendada oma igatsus</span>,' he uttered almost pleadingly. 'I would be most gentle,<span style="font-style: italic"> muidugi</span>.'