<strong>Ansem Hyral : Hanger Deck with Kris Fielding</strong><br/><br/>She was toying with him now, curious what ached more his building lust or her with an interrogating knife in hand. The cigar was in hand and away from his face when she leaned in close, he easily caught the sweet scent of her body through the fine aged tobacco smoke wafting in the air. His lips demanded a taste, tilting his head down he kissed at the corner of her neck, running his tongue between his lips to moisten them before he did it again.<br/><strong>"Your downfall...I am not that interesting..."</strong><br/>A mumble was spoken against her skin before he parted his mouth and suckled softly on the skin, increasing the pressure enough that if she did not stop him she would be marked the following day.<br/><strong>"I think we should get out of here captain..."</strong><br/>He teased her once last time before his attention went back to her neck, his hand putting out the half smoked cigar, the other wrapping around her waist again.