💟 ♯ ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ🌷

Luther lay on the bed, his gaze fixed on Y/N, his beautiful partner, lost in the peaceful rhythm of her sleep.  He found himself captivated not just by her serene beauty, but by the subtle details – the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the delicate curve of her cheek, the way the sunlight caught the silken texture of her skin.  It was a captivating sight, one that stirred within him a strange, almost primal urge.  He didn't want to consume her, not in the literal sense, but the image of her flesh, so smooth and flawless, felt…delicious.  Appetizing, even.

He opened his mouth slightly, a barely perceptible movement, his eyes tracing the delicate line of her arm.  The air hung heavy with unspoken desires.  His breath, warm and heavy, brushed against her skin.  Y/N's eyes flickered open, widening in surprise as she felt the ghost of his touch.  "Luther…?" she murmured, a yawn escaping her lips as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

Luther recoiled, his face flushing crimson as he hastily pulled back, his gaze darting away from hers.  The intensity of his unspoken desire was palpable, a silent tension hanging between them.  Y/N, ever perceptive, noticed his struggle to contain himself, the subtle tremor in his hands, the way he seemed to be fighting against some powerful, internal force.  "Luther," she said softly, her voice laced with concern, "you seem…like you're trying to hold something back."

He turned to face her, his expression carefully composed, his voice even and calm. "I… I really feel like I want to take a bite of your skin, Y/N," he confessed, his words hanging in the air between them, both shocking and strangely intimate.  He reached for her hand, his fingers gently caressing her skin.  "Do you…find that weird?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes searching hers for any sign of judgment or disgust.

Y/N chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that eased the tension. She gently patted his shoulder, her touch reassuring and tender.  "If you wanted to," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "you could have. No need to ask."

Luther opened his mouth, revealing a set of surprisingly sharp teeth.  The contrast between his usually gentle demeanor and the predatory glint in his eyes was unsettlingly captivating.  "But you know your teeth are very sharp, right?" She said, her voice a low murmur, his pupils dilating as he focused intently on Y/N.  A pause hung heavy in the air, charged with anticipation.  He shifted slightly, his gaze lingering on her skin before he murmured, almost to himself, "I'll try my best to be…gentle."

With a swift, almost imperceptible movement, he opened his mouth again, his teeth lightly grazing her skin.  He left a trail of delicate marks, a constellation of tiny bites that snaked around her upper arms, tracing the curve of her collarbone before ascending to her neck.  The sensation was a thrilling blend of pain and pleasure, a delicate dance on the edge of sensation.

"Well…you're great at biting…" Y/N stuttered, a nervous smile playing on her lips as she turned to catch her reflection in a nearby mirror.  The numerous marks were a testament to Luther's passion, a living map of his touch.  "Do you like it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he pulled her close, enveloping her in a warm embrace.

Inside, a frantic rhythm pounded against his ribs – a frantic, joyful beat that had nothing to do with his human heart, but everything to do with the primal satisfaction he felt.  The softness of her skin beneath his teeth, the thrill of restraint, the unexpected gentleness of his actions…it was all intoxicating.  He hadn't expected it to be so…pleasurable.

If he is in his dog form his tail couldn't stop wagging after it.