Damita had never been the quiet one, instead playing the part of the loud, opinionated little hellcat. If she disliked something, everyone would know it – Just as she’d tried scolding the bear the night before, not that it had gotten her anywhere. The little minx had guts, that much was for sure, though she could be as demure as the next purebred little bitch; she preferred the wild approach to things, most of the time.<br/><br/>Damita trembled as his lips flitted down over her cheek and neck, her pulse bared to him as he worked his way down. After a few moments of playing without the use of her sight, getting to know him through feel, Damita’s hands found their way to his cheeks, his face urged upwards so that she could rub her lips lightly against his. “Is it.. Going to hurt.. Again?” She asked quietly, needing that small reassurance before she allowed the finality of the act.<br/>