"To have a heart means to know mercy. To hold a heart means to give mercy. To love a heart means you are mercy."- Vanddel
The Hollow You Know
Chapter Two: Belong
Against her skin, she felt his hands, cold as ice against her hot flushed skin, writhing greedily around her like an intricate vine creeping towards its nourishment.
She gasped, as he ripped away the thin cloth that kept what was left of her covered skin hidden, his chest just above her abdomen and his hands gliding up to grasp her shoulder blades as he moaned incoherently in her neck from the warm contact.
The warmth, she knew, is why he agreed to do this in first place, the warmth that she bribed him with, the warmth that kept growing, the warmth that made him stay longer then he should have, and the warmth between her legs that she would soon implore him to discover.
This infatuation won't last; she told herself as she shivered, his frigidly cold tongue licked the pulse point in her neck. It can't last, he can't love me, he doesn't even have a-
She paused in her musing to find that he was done encroaching in and around the bare skin of her body, and had his ear pressed against the top of her left breast, listening to the thump of her heart .
He then slightly lifted his head and sought out her eyes with his own, and when they made contact, she suddenly felt that all her thought were ludicrous.
He put a warmed hand over the place his ear was formerly. "Mine."
She could only smile; it was true.
