12-10-2017, 12:51 AM
Deathwish
im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved
She shuddered then. He moved down her body and said nothing—that bastard. he just breathed on her...she could almost hear Grandmere shuddering her distaste at something so grotesque. He BREATHED on her. Bathing in her blood, he brushed it down her back, feeling her spine as he placed his lips all over her body, laying intimate kisses. Touching her in ways that he knew nobody else had ever done.
No one else would have lived to tell the tale.
And yet, he knew that he was the only one who would ever get away with it. Would ever touch her in the way he was touching her. Knowing that she was letting him defile her. Tearing her apart piece by piece as she felt a layer of sweat building up from inside, twisting her in ways she did not know she could twist. Building a tension and a need for release. she feels him at her flanks, urging her, pushing her away from the root of her perfection. Commanding her silently. Telling her what she would. Become. Subduing her in ways that she would never again allow another. The need he roiled within her had her mind spinning, and she was all at once inside her body, and outside it at the same time. She wanted him to touch her, fill her, and then leave her wanting, panting, and pining.
And then she wanted him to send her right back to Hell with him.
Her hips quivered as he moved her body away from the trees, and she groaned outloud with her need and her obvious pleasure when he covered her in those kisses. Staining her with her own blood and marking her as his for the rest of her life.
She would kill him for this.
He commanded her body, toyed with her like a puppet. She had teased him, had essentially dared him to do what they both know they craved.
And now she was about to be punished for her insolence.
And she could not wait.
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