She hates you, Vega...
She kisses like she wants to kill. With passion, with desire, without giving a sip of air. Biting lips... up blood before moaning in pain mixed with lust...
She hates you, Vega...
With the force pressed to the wall, sticks with sharp nails in the sensitive shoulders, scratch your back, licking your bloody lips again and biting them, enjoying the taste...
She hates you, Vega...
Painfully compresses the chest, leaving a trail of kisses from the trail of your blood on my shoulders, nipples, belly, thighs...
She hates you, Vega...
Jerk comes into you, making him squirm it in you, scream, and beg for the sequel; bring almost to a peak and stops with satisfaction watching your rage.
She hates you, Vega...
You growl through a moan, screaming her name and fall exhausted beneath her, the last time kissing and she just silently gets dressed and sits in a chair, watching your naked body; she contentedly grins, looking at the new bruises and hickeys left after the next night...
She hates you, Vega...
You calmly close your eyes, knowing that she still will not say anything, and will only be smug grin, looking at how you fall asleep...
She hates you, Vega...
Your last thought before going to sleep that tomorrow everything will be repeated... at night it get through to you through the window and again, without a word, possess you, as it have done it for a long time...
She hates you, Vega...
Sleeping gently kisses you on the mouth, which already was covered with a crust of dried blood, as if apologizing for hurting her this and previous nights, and leaves tomorrow all again...
She hates you, Vega...
... almost as much as she loves you.