Razor carried Khiva into the apartment he'd been shown to and took her directly to the bedroom so he could lay her on the bed. He stripped off his vest, shirt, and boots then pulled her shoes off, "Anything else you want to take off, Honeycomb? I don't want to take off too much and get you mad at me this soon," he asked her, keeping his deep voice soft for now.
He decided to treat her like a shifter that shifted for the first time and tweak that as he went along. He remembered his first shift and decided that hers was much less brutal.
He wanted to crawl in next to her and hold her but he didn't want to go too far and make her uncomfortable. But he couldn't resist cupping her cheek and gently petting her there, giving a pleased rumble at the sensation.
"I thought you were beautiful before, but you're off the scale now. I could pet you for hours and never get enough of you under my hands," his hand trailed down her neck and shoulder until he could lift her hand in his, giving a brief grin and another rumble, "I also know what these claws would do my back..." he couldn't resist that one and openly adjusted his pants in a vain attempt to make more room.
Her scent was filling the space fast and becoming more defined by the moment. She now smelled like warm honey on a hot summer day, honeycomb freshly cut from the hive, wildflower honey that he remembered from his childhood, and the distinct scent that could only come from bees. He couldn't describe the last scent more than that but he knew that's what it was because bees still carried their own scent.
He wanted to see if he could get her scent to come out more, to see if there was more to it.
But he had to behave until she gave him clearance for more...
He still let her hand rest on the bed and traced over her outer hip and thigh down to her foot, noting that those held claws as well. He loved it. He loved her fur. He loved the claws, her eyes, the delicate point to her ears, the way she started to purr under his petting.
He finally cupped her cheek again and found himself almost desperate to know that she still wanted him... He still wanted to sink his teeth into her skin and taste her blood as he Marked her as his. He wanted to have her bite him, to have her claim him as her own. He wanted to feel her come apart under his touch, to see her face when he gave her pleasure. He wanted to hear her laugh if he tickled her.
He wanted to spar with her, to feel how deadly she could be...
He traced his thumb over her lower lip, "No matter your name, no matter what you look like, no matter your species... I still want to go to sleep next to you, wake up with you in my arms, and love you for eternity... I still want to Mark you as mine so that everyone can see my Claim and know that I'll rip them apart for touching you... I want you to Mark me, knowing that you'll claw up any female that looks at me... I want to hear you laugh, scream in rage, and purr under my hands... I just want you, my very own Honeycomb...." he said in a nearly-hoarse whisper, his voice carrying his hope that she wouldn't turn him down now...
