In a perfect patch of paradise he stays immobile for an eternity while the predawn breath strokes his skin and kisses each vertebrae down his spine.
Eyes sparkling with blue open and stare a scalded soul at me.
Terror starts picking at the seams of my mind, throwing hateful words like rapture and holocaust at me.
He's going to bite me!Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness.
m possessed, gripping her head and looking at the deep crimson bruise on her neck, fading to black at the edges. Her wrists are banded with yellow-green bruises, and when I turn her I spot the finger marks left on her thigh.Did he do this to you?
Snatching my hand in the death grip of his fingers, he pulls me off the wall to line his chest, closing his body around me in a muscular cage which smells of leather and soap.
The answer to my thoughts is the loud ripping of my shirt when he tears it straight down my back, yanking it forward around my shoulders and imprisoning my arms in the sleeves.I've got you now, he says, breaking the kiss and sounding like a god about to unleash wrath.
He follows me down, catching his weight on either side of my head so he can leer his face into mine, coiling muscles and immobility at me, I want you to lay into me. Fight me.
Hold tight, and I promise to do the same. We don't need a safety net Zena. We have each other.
Just once, he looks back at Arsay, and I feel like an entire encyclopedia of information and words is exchanged between them. I wish I could speak telepathy too.
His touch is incredible, it holds my insides, my heart, my mind, shimmering hot heat into cold places, thawing my spirit... and it rejoices. I'm immediately obsessed, consumed with need to stay in this balmy light, soaking in his touch, relishing the euphoria it brings to my discarded spirituality.
Now now Ellindt, you know I love it when you beg. Chuckling silently, every jolt from my hold causes her hands pulsating pain, and I bend to speak intimately into her ear again, But I love it more when you scream.
Phoebe, don't play coy. If you were willing to give a peeping Tom a show, and you thought you were doing it for my benefit, then let's cut the pretend out of this and shoot straight for cold hard honesty
God bless you butterfly, because now I'm claiming you like no mate has ever been claimed in the history of our kind
Running my fingers into his thick hair, I wallow in the strength and heat surrounding me before he pulls away, giving me such a happy smile it makes my heart rattle inside my chest. There's nothing better in this whole world than to be held in someone's loving stare. A stare they reserve for you.