This one is alittle darker than the rest, hope you all don't mind! Everything can't be fluff all the time right? Thanks for your feedback, whether it's a review, a favorite, or a watch, it's still appreciated. And hopefully you'll see more of these soon, since I'll have more free time in a couple of weeks. Anyway enjoy!
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She couldn't sleep.
Her eyes stung from lack of rest and her lids felt as if they were made of heavy stone. They threatened to overcome her weary mind and send her to a place of fitful dreams, her whole body aching for slumber.
She lifted her head and gazed at the arm thrown lazily across her bare torso. The limb was masculine and tan, with markings strewn across the skin like black bruises.
But they weren't bruises. Not at all. She wasn't sure what they were.
He muttered something incoherent and crept closer to her under the sheets. His eyes were shut tight, not that she could see them under the mass of black hair that covered his face. She only felt that he wasn't aware and conscious, she didn't sense any other alert human in the room. She remained the only one.
The knot in her stomach instantly tightened when he shoved his face in the crook of her neck. His broad shoulders overpowered hers, like a hummingbird caught in the clutches of a falcon.
He nipped the soft skin there. The gesture gripped her heart with fear while lighting a pleasurable fire in the pit of her stomach, in the very blood of her veins.
She knew he would never intentionally harm her. But she couldn't rest easy on faith alone; she was lying in bed, utterly defenseless, with one of the most powerful youkai in the world; maybe the most powerful youkai in the world. He was half man eating, cannibalistic demon. Raw instinct took control while he slept.
Sharp fangs grazed her shoulder. She clenched her teeth, placing a hand over her mouth to keep herself from crying out.
Her heart hammered in her chest like a frantic animal.
"Get...off..."
She half-heartedly shoved him away. But the most she got out of him was a guttural growl that send chills down her flesh.
He crushed his mouth against her own, the sudden force slamming her head against the wooden headboard.
She could wake him, if he was truly asleep at all, and warn him of his midnight antics. But she knew very well that the next night would be the same.
And she could never sleep knowing such an inhuman nature hovered over her when she dared to close her eyes.
Insomnia was her new best friend.