<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/TerranMarksTattooscopy_zps4ac9f738.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Terran Marks<br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Witch, Earth Deity<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Nude<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st:<strong>3:00pm</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kendall Wood: Domum Heli<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Christa, Open<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">It was in fact, the very reason he did it, to hear that beautiful giggle of her's. Every time she walked in the room, he still found himself losing his breath, amazed that she was his and he was her's. Maybe he did have a few traits that were unfavorable to most people, but he had already lost just about everyone that he cared for. He wasn't about to lose another to the darkness that had swept over Angel Creek.<br/><br/>As Christa moaned, he gripped her hair a little and gave a light tug. "You like that, don't you?" He chuckled, being playful and teasing in his words. He sucked in a breath as she answered him with kisses down his chest. He released her hair, his arms moved above his head, gripping the pillow that was under his head. He could hold on to that tighter than he could her hair. He wasn't going to hurt the pillow, her hair wasn't so forgiving. He moaned softly as she made her way down his body, kissing and flicking her tongue out in places. It lit him on fire deep down, that unyielding passion. <br/><br/>Terran's eyes closed as he enjoyed the tingling sensations that danced over his skin and added to his pleasure. Sometimes it was good just to lay back and enjoy Christa's talented lips. The only trouble with the foreplay and passion after sex as, she always found a way to get him aroused again. It was a sweet torture. </span>