Her frail chest hummed against mine, an undercurrent of electricity started from mere touch. Inside her, erratic heartbeats merged and overlapped, erupting into a symphony of trills. Melodious temptations from an angel, for an audience of one—me, a sacrilegious monster—oh the bitter hilarity.
Cheek brushed affectionately against cheek. Hers summer warm, mine arctic frost.
She lifted her head and a humid breeze swept her natural warmth from me. I missed the contact immediately. My pupils expanded, irises darting, circulating her soft facial features and engraving them to memory. Pale skin, veil-like, barely shrouding the intricacy of blue underneath. Frantic pulses of honeyblood rippled through her veins, saturated with thick, opalescent poison. More lethal than the venom pooling in my throat.
I could ruin her. She'd die. I'd die.
My nostrils flared, her scent permeated the inhale. I could smell her arousal. She was wet.
Intoxicating.
I grasped her curls, they felt like silk, and in the sun her errant strands were bleached a vibrant orange.
She adjusted her thighs, peeling her hot skin from my jeans. I felt her muscles contract as she tried finding comfort on my hard, steely lap.
My hands teased her hips, then steeled and anchored her closer to me. Heat radiated between her legs. My cock stirred in my jeans, straining towards her center. I clenched my jaw and blinked, trying to focus on her eyes.
Crystal-like violet, an undertone of ocean blue, a spray of sunset. Unnatural. Then my irises focused on my reflection. I inwardly cursed at the obviously dead hues of my complexion, the dark under my predatory eyes of ochre, dancing with green flecks of mirth. I smiled, a pull in my left cheek. Her beating stuttered, her eyes hooded, intent on my lips.
I leaned forward and kissed the edge of her brow. The featherlight hairs brushed my bottom lip. I kissed the thin membrane of eyelid. Her lashes fluttered and tickled my chin. I kissed her jaw and felt her bite down, molars tightening against molars. I kissed her lips, wrestling them free from teeth. Warmth molded against cold. She tasted of vanilla, and smelled of sweet, warm strawberries, cut like butter and oozing nectar.
I smelled the blood that rushed to her face as she grew flushed. My tongue darted out and I licked below her nose, tasting moisture and natural salts on skin.
Our noses brushed, her forehead glued to mine, her gasps tempting me. I shuddered and closed my eyes, fanning her with my dry, slow breaths.
I jerked back, my head colliding against bark and wood when her small hand shakily palmed my shaft. My eyes widened when I felt it twitch. I was appalled. I gauged her reaction.
Eyes dilated, primal with desire. Lips red and parted. Skin fevered with pigment. Her gaze was unwavering and fixed on the bulge, the stretch of fabric and zipper.
She was beautiful.
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