A dark room...
A basement.
The floor is red.
Content. That's what I feel. His lips on my neck. Tingles as his pale fingers lightly- gently- travel up my bare arms... something sticky is left behind.
"All for you," he whispers lovingly behind my ear, down my neck,anywhere his lips can touch. "I wanted to please you. I did it all for you."
Liquid is dripping from the ceiling. It's warm, but with the smooth, husky tone of the man behind me- engulfing me in his caring embrace- it makes me shiver; it chills me to the bone.
Pleasure.
Warmth works it's way through my body to my very soul, and pleasure is consuming me.
I tilt my head back and release a sigh.
Perfect.
Life is perfect. Oh so perfect. So perfect that I fear it is a dream that will slip from my grasp if I were ever to wake. I wish... pray- COMMAND whatever higher power that is out there- that if this is a dream, then it never ends and I sleep until I die.
The warm liquid lands on my face. My cheek.
The lips are open, leaving a trail of wet kisses to my jaw.
My eyes are closed, but the world is spinning around me.
An arm encircles my waist. A hand is caressing my face.
"Open your eyes, my darling," he orders me in a sweet, warm tone. His breath washes over my face, and I smile at the minty smell before complying.
He has dark eyes. Like the night sky.
His hair- normally styled to perfection- is perfectly tousled. The dark waves are soft under my fingertips.
A red drop lands on his shoulder. Its trail stains the smooth skin of his chest.
He isn't wearing a shirt.
My lips are dry.
Neither am I.
Copper.
No longer do I smell his mint breath. Copper floods my nose... so much so, that I taste it.
Another drop hits me.
My eyes dart up.
Fingers. Red fingers dripping blood.
The feet of not one, but twenty men are nailed to the roof as though it were the floor. Gravity is the betrayer.
He twirls a strand of my hair around his index finger. The once blonde strand is now red.
"Do you like it?"
His face is so close to mine.
I hum softly as I peck his lips lightly with my own, a promise for more to follow.
I shouldn't. I know it.
"I love it."
I do.
Desire fills me completely.
A dark room...
A basement.
The white floor is stained red.