“ no, grim - stay back. please . . you know i don’t – I MEAN IT. are you insane . . just – “
every step makes it harder, every pulse - every beat. god no, god yes – such a ( beautifully ) put together packaging of FLESH & BONES & B L O O D
the kiss is what seals it, the short but sugary & sweet taste of the queen on hungry lips- cross a line, fall off the edge into something dark, unknown & frightening.
a harsh grip of honeycomb locks,sharpened teeth will sink deep into exposed flesh - will clamp & stay for far too long – control is something not yet mastered, let alone gentility,or keeping groans of satisfaction held in.
AGASP FLUTTERED FROM FULL lips, full lashes fluttered as she relished the sting of prominent canines puncturing flesh, the aroma of her blood peppering the atmosphere. her hand settled on her vampire’s fiery tresses, combing through haphazard curls to soothe & encourage, to ensure the incarnation was complete. blunt teeth graze her bottom lip, hoping to stifle the breathy moan that escaped regardless. needless to say, the experience was almost EROTIC.
the warmth of her essence could be felt trickling down her back, leaving her to wonder what colour it was, if it had been tainted black or remained scarlet, if it tasted putrid or succulent. did the MAGIC within it alter the taste, the scent ?
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