Disclaimer: I don“t own anything related to The Blacklist. I write just for fun.


He is almost always lofty, rigid posture, heavy semblant. He's a gentleman in manners and presentation, something that does not belong to this time. He has his own identity as production of life experience, this evil that has changed him. Now his soul is as black as the night that surrounds him. Black body lust, that attract much as a scarlet droplet to a thirsty vampire hot blood. It is stronger than he can be.

When he searches deep within her eyes, sees that despite the age she is innocent. Outlines a sly smile. The taste of the chase of the prey is so delightful to him. Some sheep about to feel the canines that will touch her gently on the skin, making her hairs bristle on a warm shiver of excitement. He feels close to the feast of her hot body.

It was she who invited him, knowing what he is or distrusting, but unable to resist the charm he releases. Her body is slender, long legs, upturned ass, small breast, white skin, dark hair, blue eyes. Perfection.

The tasting coffee lengthens between glances, smiles, loose obscene words and thoughts in his head. He is said to be tired of sitting in that cacophony where he can not hear the melody of her voice. They hang out together, not touching until they entered the car driven by his driver that leads them up near the sea. He doesn't want any one fleeting romance, he never fully understand the attractiveness of this occurrence. Also this is not what interests him right now. Just want to be with her, wants to possess her, doesn't matter the place, as if he would allow the illusion of some control.

More glances, more words, more smiles, more accidental touches, not long before they fogs up the glasses and languages mingle in a dirty and aggressive dance. It's been a long time that he was limited by shame or respect. In this fight there are no rules, anything goes when the premium is seduction and pleasure.

His lips are possessive, his tongue is violent, his hand is quick, his touch is warm. She is surprised but she can't turn off his contact. She is lost in sighs and little moans that she doesn't control, to feel the hand that deftly introduces under her clothes and explore her nervous body. His hand moves gently but decisively, all fingers playing on a downward progression. Her small breasts throb with the rapid beating of the heart, her nipples are hard with excitement he causes her.

He thinks exciting the small moans that she releases in her sultry voice. Licking greedily the flavor of her neck skin, losing himself along with kisses and whispers in her ear lobe. He Unscrews the knob of her tight jeans where he intended to get from the start. She is warm, humid, sticky, delicious.

He introduces a finger and starts coming and going that accelerates her heart rate and accentuates the moans she releases. Faster and faster he touches her, to follows the invigorating excitement to make her get the ecstasy. She moans and seeks to inspire the air she needs to control the excitement. He kisses, licks, bites, knowing that every small gesture makes her crazy. She is almost there, her moans are expressed too loudly, he covers her mouth with his and sucks again her sweet taste. She can't take anymore the foolishness of the hand that touches her and bursts into tiny spasms. He removes his hand from the focus of heat, taking his fingers to his mouth to feel the sweet nectar that coats them. Delicious.


AN: This is a little story I wrote today in a period of inspiration. It's a little spicy and immersive. I hope you enjoy. Review if you like. :)