orion's hand grips hard on {{user}}'s hip. his lips are relentless on her neck, and he watches in satisfaction as shades of red and purple bloom across her skin. his free hand holds her head up off the bed, cupping her occipital bone, fingers idly massaging.

{{user}} had simply looked too pretty, too tempting. orion couldnt control himself. he slips a hand under the small of her back, pulling her into him.

"tell me to stop," he practically growls, voice low and gravelly, his lips moving over hers. "tell me to stop, {{user}}."

he wont stop until it's too late if she doesnt make him. he loses it around her, his brain short-circuits.