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Deacon's mind turned to other things, her legs, her long fingernails that were tapping gently against the arm of the couch. His eyes travelled upward, over the swell of her breasts to her throat. He could see the tiny pulse there and forced himself to look away. If he went crazy on her now he'd never be able to see what the rest of her body looked like. As he studied the rest of her body, Deacon felt himself begin to grow hard and he shifted slightly, trying to adjust himself.
Tina turned toward him and smiled gently. "Am I boring you? You should have just let me leave the bar and found someone who could entertain you better."
Deacon's hand went to her face and he cupped her cheek. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm enjoying your company very much. I was just wondering if you wanted to go dance."
Tina's eyes went to the crowded dance floor for the first time that night and she watched the dancers move to the pounding music. It wasn't exactly the kind of music she normally danced to, but the man sitting beside her was unusually attractive and if he wanted to dance, she would dance.
"Sure." She smiled and stood up.
Deacon followed, then took her hand and led her toward the dance floor. He pulled her into the crowd, people creating a path for them to move through. Tina watched in amazement as they moved aside, seeing Deacon coming and she decided he had to know someone important or that he was someone important in this club.
When he decided they were far enough into the crowd, Deacon turned and pulled Tina close to him. The music throbbed through both their bodies and his muscles tightened with the sudden flare of heat her skin brought. They danced silently, Tina with a smile on her face and Deacon with a look of serious concentration on his. His mind kept wandering back to the mental picture he had created of Tina on his bed, nude and dead.
He trailed his fingertips down her arm and she shivered under his touch, then smiled at him. He tossed a casual grin in her direction just as he heard a hiss ripple through the crowd. The next grin he shot in her direction was genuine and full of promises.
"Wait until you see what happens next," he whispered, bringing his lips to her ear. "It'll drive you wild."
"Oh yeah?" Tina asked. "What is it?"
Deacon chuckled. "You'll see," he said.
He tried to lose himself in the music once more, but his mind was focused on the pipes overhead. The thought of what was to come sent waves of pleasure down his spine, realizing part of his fantasy would come true in only a few brief seconds.
Deacon saw the sprinklers above begin to move and he glanced down at Tina again. "Get ready," he cried and hoped with everything he had inside of him that she'd drop dead from fear right there so he'd be able to fully enjoy her.
Blood sprayed from the sprinklers, soaking the patrons below. The few humans that were left began to scream and Deacon looked at Tina, hoping to see the same.
Instead she was standing with her hands on her hips, looking a little less than impressed. She was drenched in blood and the very image turned Deacon on even more, but he couldn't understand why she wasn't terrified. She should have been screaming for his mercy already.
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Deacon's mind turned to other things, her legs, her long fingernails that were tapping gently against the arm of the couch. His eyes travelled upward, over the swell of her breasts to her throat. He could see the tiny pulse there and forced himself to look away. If he went crazy on her now he'd never be able to see what the rest of her body looked like. As he studied the rest of her body, Deacon felt himself begin to grow hard and he shifted slightly, trying to adjust himself.
Tina turned toward him and smiled gently. "Am I boring you? You should have just let me leave the bar and found someone who could entertain you better."
Deacon's hand went to her face and he cupped her cheek. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm enjoying your company very much. I was just wondering if you wanted to go dance."
Tina's eyes went to the crowded dance floor for the first time that night and she watched the dancers move to the pounding music. It wasn't exactly the kind of music she normally danced to, but the man sitting beside her was unusually attractive and if he wanted to dance, she would dance.
"Sure." She smiled and stood up.
Deacon followed, then took her hand and led her toward the dance floor. He pulled her into the crowd, people creating a path for them to move through. Tina watched in amazement as they moved aside, seeing Deacon coming and she decided he had to know someone important or that he was someone important in this club.
When he decided they were far enough into the crowd, Deacon turned and pulled Tina close to him. The music throbbed through both their bodies and his muscles tightened with the sudden flare of heat her skin brought. They danced silently, Tina with a smile on her face and Deacon with a look of serious concentration on his. His mind kept wandering back to the mental picture he had created of Tina on his bed, nude and dead.
He trailed his fingertips down her arm and she shivered under his touch, then smiled at him. He tossed a casual grin in her direction just as he heard a hiss ripple through the crowd. The next grin he shot in her direction was genuine and full of promises.
"Wait until you see what happens next," he whispered, bringing his lips to her ear. "It'll drive you wild."
"Oh yeah?" Tina asked. "What is it?"
Deacon chuckled. "You'll see," he said.
He tried to lose himself in the music once more, but his mind was focused on the pipes overhead. The thought of what was to come sent waves of pleasure down his spine, realizing part of his fantasy would come true in only a few brief seconds.
Deacon saw the sprinklers above begin to move and he glanced down at Tina again. "Get ready," he cried and hoped with everything he had inside of him that she'd drop dead from fear right there so he'd be able to fully enjoy her.
Blood sprayed from the sprinklers, soaking the patrons below. The few humans that were left began to scream and Deacon looked at Tina, hoping to see the same.
Instead she was standing with her hands on her hips, looking a little less than impressed. She was drenched in blood and the very image turned Deacon on even more, but he couldn't understand why she wasn't terrified. She should have been screaming for his mercy already.
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