A/N: Well, not toooo much to say here since I updated so fast. I know this one is short, but it was a fast update. I may have another tomorrow if I get enough reviews.
Teddy bear 007: Haha :D I'm happy you liked the idea and wanna see it again! Hopefully when I get more views about it I'll make my choice. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: You know how it is. :(
Chapter Rating: T There's none descriptive sex, but it's still sex.
She never claimed to be completely sound of mind. But then again, neither did he.
He knew the writhing woman under him better than any other has ever known her. He claimed her as his own in so many ways. The blood on his hands (and oh, there was just so much of the crimson liquid coating them) left prints. Long, streaked, gruesome prints that only his eyes could see were haphazardly left all over her pale body. Her supple breasts, soft hips, gasping sides, everywhere his calloused touch could taint and caress her.
The king was near positive she was leaving her very own sanguine marks on his slick body.
Slick with her history's blood, or their passion's sweat?
She canted her head to the side for him, and he couldn't resist the urge to further stake his claim upon her, both body and soul. He gripped her hip harder in his hand, bracing his weight above her on his other arm. The man nuzzled the woman's exposed neck before sinking his teeth harshly into the willing body under him.
He knew she loved the pain of it, and she knew he loved inflicting the aching feeling all over her body.
After all, he never claimed to be completely sound of mind. But then again, neither did she.
Well, like I said it's short, but I liked the idea of it. Seeya next time!