Lustful Hate
His cold, steely eyes stared into hers.
Her normally warm and inviting eyes, stared into his.
His piercing gaze dared to look within her, searching her soul. He found hate. Hate towards him. Hate that had been building for some time, but had never shown itself. He also found want. Pure lust. Lust that he shared.
She knew what he wanted. He wanted her. That, she could not understand. Wasn't it him that hated her? Wasn't it him that called her foul names? Nonetheless, she felt his lust. Understand it or not, she felt the same way.
He took a step forward.
She took a step back.
He dared take another. This time, however, before she could move, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, capturing her in a brutal kiss.
She dug her fingernails into his back, drawing blood, loving the sound of his painful groan.
He bit down hard on her bottom lip, causing blood to fill both her mouth and his.
She pulled his hair.
He pinched her neck.
They kissed again.
Both were lost in their lustful hate