we scream our very souls free
It seems everything in their lives had been building to this moment. This endless breath in time. Perhaps in the distant clearing where they had first met, there had been some inkling of it, if only one looked close enough. A thought planted when Haunt had first touched tongue to skin in bold playfulness.
Now though, there is anything but playfulness threaded so thickly through the air.
“Something else?” The whisper hangs teasingly in the air, daring dangerous truths to be drawn from where they’d been sheltered. A hum of delight and wicked temptation. A demand to put the thoughts into words. The lips touching theirs is one answer. A sinful one, but only half the satisfaction.
Still, the creature leans into it. Teeth scrape perhaps just a bit too roughly, tingeing tongues with a faint hint of copper. Heightening senses and reminding the pair of the dangerous reality of the moment. Something that serves only to spike the delight already coursing through Haunt, sending them invariably down a path of no return.
Dark lips trail up, teasing the sensitive hollow above one corner of Misfits lips, trailing along his cheek, finding the dip just beneath. Warmth radiates from him, pulse throbbing against Haunt’s lips and tongue. Teeth toy with that vulnerable curve, teasing with almost impossible patience.
“Tell me, Misfit,” the shadow whispers, a gentle, lyrical taunt. “What else?” A breath blown, deliberately cooling the dampness of the skin where tongue and teeth had been teasing. “Say it.”
