09-22-2019, 02:29 AM
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I need you like a heart needs a beat
but it's nothing new.
He awakens something in her. He always has, but every day, he finds something new. Parts of herself that had lay secret and buried are suddenly brought to the surface, unearthed and brushed clean, and only for him.
Everytime he touches her, everytime she feels the almost predatory way his yellow eyes watch her and the sharpness of his teeth against her skin, it feels like the first time. She should have been afraid of him, and yet it had never occurred to her to be. He already had felt like hers even on that very first day, and fear was the last thing she felt.
He makes her breath catch in her throat, he makes her pulse spike in want and excitement when he pushes closer, into her. She recognizes the hunger in his eyes, and she meets it with an almost demure smile, heat burning across the surface of her skin despite the coolness of his shadowed-touch. She doesn’t notice as the trees blur and the darkness swallows them, she doesn’t notice as everything around them falls away and the only light is the warm glow of his eyes. “Ether,” she whispers into his skin once they finally stop, and she concentrates on the way his muscles feel beneath her lips as she touches his neck and shoulder.
It feels like it’s been years, centuries since they were last together, even though they never spent a night apart. But she touches him like she is afraid it will be her last, as though she might wake up tomorrow and he will be gone. She touches him, every inch within her reach, like she needs to memorize the shape and feel of him, before he disappears forever.
Everytime he touches her, everytime she feels the almost predatory way his yellow eyes watch her and the sharpness of his teeth against her skin, it feels like the first time. She should have been afraid of him, and yet it had never occurred to her to be. He already had felt like hers even on that very first day, and fear was the last thing she felt.
He makes her breath catch in her throat, he makes her pulse spike in want and excitement when he pushes closer, into her. She recognizes the hunger in his eyes, and she meets it with an almost demure smile, heat burning across the surface of her skin despite the coolness of his shadowed-touch. She doesn’t notice as the trees blur and the darkness swallows them, she doesn’t notice as everything around them falls away and the only light is the warm glow of his eyes. “Ether,” she whispers into his skin once they finally stop, and she concentrates on the way his muscles feel beneath her lips as she touches his neck and shoulder.
It feels like it’s been years, centuries since they were last together, even though they never spent a night apart. But she touches him like she is afraid it will be her last, as though she might wake up tomorrow and he will be gone. She touches him, every inch within her reach, like she needs to memorize the shape and feel of him, before he disappears forever.
Briseis