Mistakes

AN: Sorry this took so long.

29. Red

The smell of
red liquid
dripping from his claws;
i n t o x i c a t i n g

He rips through
flesh;
bone;
blood!
Smirking as he tears
the life from them.

His muscles are taut-tense,
breath ragged.
He still itches
for a little bit more..

Wanting,
n e e d i n g
violent satiation.

Beneath his allergo heartpace,
there is a pleading voice,
guilted,
that he quickly attempts
to repress.

A laugh reverberates from
deep within his throat
and she screams,
- Please! -

He's so near gone.

Still,
she holds his shoulders and
begs him back.
She pleads,
pulling him towards her
inch by inch.

And eventually
he returns,
a little less whole.