09-24-2018, 11:26 PM
She is hung on his every move and word.
Waiting, just waiting to hear what he has to say.
Her body trembles beneath her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her nutmeg eyes are clung onto his body, watching the way the silver buckskin turns to her. She takes a step forward, the anticipating overwhelming her.
It is his voice that she finds hope—the falsehood of hope she believes so naively. She doesn’t question the unfathomable hope of lie that falls from his lips and into her ears. Every word, every tone, every move she will fall into. Every trap he sets she will not escape.
“Y-yes.”
She must go with him. She has to. There was no other way.
Lucrezia doesn’t move from where she stepped earlier to. Her eyes are only for the horned devil, as if he is everything in the world that she has ever wanted. She only shivers when he comes towards her, feeling frightened even by remaining in one place for too long. The fear he controls, the fear she allowed to consume her, is all she knows right now.
She trembles at his touch. The drenched nose of sweat lingers on her as his touch traces along her jaw to her delicate neckline. She has already sealed her fate without her knowledge. Her deathbed only awaits her now.
He stumbles with his words, but she is gripped by them. Holding onto them, pleading for him to say anything as he pushes himself into her. She falls into him as well, as she often does with a stranger. There is comfort in his touch, his forehead against her and his ragged breathing. It calms her, sending her trembling body into a standstill.
Suddenly, he pulls away.
Lucrezia searches for his gaze. Nutmeg eyes pleading for him to not let go of her. She finds him more still this time, no shaking—as if she already knows she is the reason why he does not stumble, why he does not fear anymore.
She is wrong.
Always she is wrong.
“I need you,” she hears.
The words send a tremble down her spine, shaking her entire core in the inside. Her lips move, fumbling, trying to work together to form words. She is shocked, but she so suddenly feels the same way. Nothing in her can deny him, nothing in her can say no.
“I need you too,” she says softly.
Waiting, just waiting to hear what he has to say.
Her body trembles beneath her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her nutmeg eyes are clung onto his body, watching the way the silver buckskin turns to her. She takes a step forward, the anticipating overwhelming her.
It is his voice that she finds hope—the falsehood of hope she believes so naively. She doesn’t question the unfathomable hope of lie that falls from his lips and into her ears. Every word, every tone, every move she will fall into. Every trap he sets she will not escape.
“Y-yes.”
She must go with him. She has to. There was no other way.
Lucrezia doesn’t move from where she stepped earlier to. Her eyes are only for the horned devil, as if he is everything in the world that she has ever wanted. She only shivers when he comes towards her, feeling frightened even by remaining in one place for too long. The fear he controls, the fear she allowed to consume her, is all she knows right now.
She trembles at his touch. The drenched nose of sweat lingers on her as his touch traces along her jaw to her delicate neckline. She has already sealed her fate without her knowledge. Her deathbed only awaits her now.
He stumbles with his words, but she is gripped by them. Holding onto them, pleading for him to say anything as he pushes himself into her. She falls into him as well, as she often does with a stranger. There is comfort in his touch, his forehead against her and his ragged breathing. It calms her, sending her trembling body into a standstill.
Suddenly, he pulls away.
Lucrezia searches for his gaze. Nutmeg eyes pleading for him to not let go of her. She finds him more still this time, no shaking—as if she already knows she is the reason why he does not stumble, why he does not fear anymore.
She is wrong.
Always she is wrong.
“I need you,” she hears.
The words send a tremble down her spine, shaking her entire core in the inside. Her lips move, fumbling, trying to work together to form words. She is shocked, but she so suddenly feels the same way. Nothing in her can deny him, nothing in her can say no.
“I need you too,” she says softly.
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