You WANT him... he has you.

The witch hunter grins, his handsome but rough visage encroaches on you, the heat of the moment seeping into your silky soft skin slipping back into the brick wall. Lips parted and soft wanting breath is squeezed from your lungs as he presses you back, your eyes float over his body, the leather armor hugging that strong body, the thought that teased at the back of your minds was 'how big is he?'

You couldn't help yourself when you your fingers curled around his belt buckle. "Well... aren't we a little forward." He whispered in your ear, the warm flush flooding your veins. "I know this!" He grabbed your as and drove your hips into your own "Isn't natural... but I like it..." The shock made you tingle with fear and excitement.

You don't know what to say but the need pulsing through you, was as clear as day, you wanted him. "Can we go somewhere?" You managed to moan as he kneaded your flesh.