dedication: For lolo MN. I'm sorry I couldn't write badboy!Natsu, like you wanted.
succubus
"I love you."
Her head finds its way to the crook of his neck, long tongue lashing out, hothothot. Bodies pressed against each other, stuck together like melted flesh, her goldgold hair spills down all around like a waterfall of honey.
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
She mutters it again and again, whispering darkly against his sunkissed skin. Hands grab at coral locks, tangling, pulling, scratching. Then porcelain teeth rake against his shoulder, hot tongue still burning.
So sweet and satisfying.
Long, painted fingernails travel south and flay his back, and she bites down hard. Blood is drawn; she licks it up, that redredred like metallic wine. Bodies are rocking; hearts are shaking; the world all around goes up in flames and smoke.
She burns inside.
Lips stained scarlet, her mouth forms words without sound; her teeth are no longer white. Nimble fingers dance on planes of muscles, and she imagines how easy it is to open him up. With just the right touch, he'll come apart at the seams, skin stretching, almost elastic. She'll pull him open until she sees his beautiful insides.
So wretched and enticing.
Leaning forward, those guilty lips meet his in a sick and twisted battle, latching on with no escape. She gives him a taste of himself, bitter and delicious like coffee flavored kisses, and bites his tongue, teeth dragging to the very tip.
He's like a savory volcano, and she hungers for more.
She wears satin gloves of blood, and with clouded eyes, she bores into his darkdark soul, black windows open, inviting. He is unshakable; and there no better sensation. His heart is clearly visible in the cage of whitewhite spikes, pulsing calmly, steady like a stream. But hers is wild, pounding madly in her ears, leaping up her throat and down her belly.
It hurts so good.
His eyes, blackblackblack,do not waver, do not quake; they pierce through her, speaking loud and clear what he wants to say. She trembles and cups his face, smearing his soft cheeks with rust.
He offers her his coldcold heart.
She wants it, but at the same time she doesn't. But he knows, she wants it. She craves it more than anything. It's an insatiable hunger. She can't fight it; she loses this uphill battle.
Tears streak her porcelain skin, hothothot; they're not supposed to.
His lips are moving, voice inaudible, but there is no need to hear it. She knows what three words went past his teeth because she has him in her hand. Then she eats his love; slowly, gradually, it stops beating. He stops moving; the world stops shaking; and she sits on him still, with a handful of his heart. She screams with blood dripping from every corner of her mouth, because she knows she'll do it again.