Her paw flew to her mouth in an attempt to stop a child-like
squeak before it escaped. It came out as a muffled grunt, which was
somehow worse. She took a surprised step back, and then another, hand
pressing tighter to her lips to suppress any more unladylike grunts.
The figure before her didn't move. He just stood there. He was smiling, she noticed. Had he been smiling before? He was truly gorgeous, somehow emitting an utter masculinity while at the same time appearing graceful... Sensual... Erotic. The lines of his face were strong, deep black eyes almost lost within the silken fur that surrounded them. His hair was equally black, wavy and full, bangs falling over one dark eye as the remainder curled softly over his broad shoulders.
He brought a finger up to his full lips as she stumbled against the closet doors with yet another impolite squawk, shaking his head for her silence. She could only watch transfixed as he swept toward her with a furl of his cape. She was surprised to hear herself stammering. "Th-th-the rose. You... The window..."
The panther nodded, his smile seductive and reassuring within the same moment. He reached into his cape and drew out the rose that had been lying on her pillow. Cupping it in one paw, he brought it close, eliciting a gasp from her as she felt its touch upon her cheek; smelled the sweet scent of its petals. He brushed it down over her lips soft as a whisper. She felt herself becoming lost in his gaze.
His eyes, she realized, were the most captivating thing about him. Limitless dark -- he had no pupils. She could stare into those black depths and be lost forever. She'd do anything for those eyes, anything at all. She was being entranced, bewitched by those eyes as surely as any princess in a fairytale.
"That's right, kitten. I'm not going to hurt you." he purred, his voice deep yet soft -- gentle. The exact, sensual kind of voice you'd expect to come from a figure like him.
He continued to delicately stroke the rose over her face, trailing it down over her chin, across her jaw and up over her temple. His fingers uncurled from around the stem and slid into her raven black hair, pushing it back from her face as she struggled to right herself. Stumbling around half in, half out of a closet was too clumsy of an act to commit in front of someone like this, even if he had broken into her house.
"But you... You broke into my... House," she stammered, finding speech difficult. She felt as if she were floating -- disconnected. Why even bother with talking when she felt like this?
"You invited me in, my sweet..." he purred, fingers trailing over the sensitive curve of one of her ears.
Samantha paused, and found it was true, then smiled up at him, gazing deep into his eyes. Of course she had invited him in -- he would never have come in otherwise. A part of her wanted to argue, to scream that she was nuts, but that part wasn't hard to ignore. She wanted to please him, to please this strange, immaculately dressed panther.
She suddenly felt self-conscious. Running her hands over her body, she tried to smooth out the thin, wrinkled cotton of her nightshirt. It did nothing to make her feel better. She felt ugly next to him...
The panther was shaking his head as if he could read her thoughts. For all she knew, he probably could. "No, no kitten. You are beautiful no matter what you wear. In this," he purred, brushing rose over the sleeve of her t-shirt. "Or in this..." He gestured to the lace corset she had been looking at just moments before.
"Oh God! You saw me..." She mewed, turning from him, bringing her paw up to hide her face as it blazed with shame and embarrassment.
He didn't laugh at her. He didn't scold her. He didn't do anything at all but stand there and wait, watching her. She could feel his eyes moving over her body, looking into her soul. There wasn't a thing she could hide from him, she realized. She slowly dropped her paw and turned her head to look at him again.
"Yes kitten, I saw you..." he rumbled, tucking the rose into his cape and bringing his fingertips up to her chin, lifting it slightly. Her skin thrilled to his touch, and she felt her heart skip a beat.
A sensual after-image of his fingers remained as he dropped his paw and turned to the corset hanging on its satin hanger. It was as if a too bright flash had gone off in her eyes, but instead had settled into her silken furred skin. It tingled seductively.
"Would you feel better in this, love?" he purred, lifting the hanger from its place on the back of the closet door and bringing it down. "Would this make you feel as beautiful as I know you to be?"
She was nodding before she realized she'd meant to, drawing her lower lip into her mouth. It felt as if she'd just been caught doing something horribly naughty. "Yes..." she whispered, lowering her eyes to the corset.