12-10-2019, 09:02 PM
How delicious the way her heart struggles to beat.
Her pulse trips and staggers.
Her pulse sinks to its knees and the heart.
Oh, the heart goes on fighting even as she sinks her teeth into her tongue and lets the blood pool in her mouth.
Her eyelids flutter heavy and a series of shivers chase each other down the ladder of her spine. This is her first glimpse at primal pleasure and it spirals reckless through the network of her veins.
She can feel it loosen its grip. She can feel it slink out of her, not all at once but slowly, bit by bit. Until it is gone and it leaves her raw and gasping. She is sucking hard on a shuddering breath when he emerges and the vibrant green eyes fall heavy on his face.
He says nothing but she knows without having to ask that it is he who was responsible. She grins, slow, viperous, blood dripping down her chin. “Look at you,” she coos, her voice thick and pulsing as she studies him, “aren’t you remarkable.” It is not a question but a statement.
There is something in her that is still tightly coiled, throbbing, and she drags in another hard breath.
“Won’t you come closer?” It is posed as a question, but it is plainly evident that it’s not a question at all. “I want to get a good look at you.”
Her pulse trips and staggers.
Her pulse sinks to its knees and the heart.
Oh, the heart goes on fighting even as she sinks her teeth into her tongue and lets the blood pool in her mouth.
Her eyelids flutter heavy and a series of shivers chase each other down the ladder of her spine. This is her first glimpse at primal pleasure and it spirals reckless through the network of her veins.
She can feel it loosen its grip. She can feel it slink out of her, not all at once but slowly, bit by bit. Until it is gone and it leaves her raw and gasping. She is sucking hard on a shuddering breath when he emerges and the vibrant green eyes fall heavy on his face.
He says nothing but she knows without having to ask that it is he who was responsible. She grins, slow, viperous, blood dripping down her chin. “Look at you,” she coos, her voice thick and pulsing as she studies him, “aren’t you remarkable.” It is not a question but a statement.
There is something in her that is still tightly coiled, throbbing, and she drags in another hard breath.
“Won’t you come closer?” It is posed as a question, but it is plainly evident that it’s not a question at all. “I want to get a good look at you.”
these violent delights have violent ends
g o s p e l,
