[bloody kisses]: 558.Harsh Emotion.Jurisdiction

I can't imagine a world without this taste. I bite down, fighting against sinew. Muscles harden as my fingers buzz lightly over the surfacing blood that I drew. He peers down at me on his chest, pins me with his pain. Through this his hands stretch over the small of my back lightly. As though his palms were butterflies, fingers are spider legs. I bite down again, lighter. And his elegant fingers reach up under my throat, so I open my eyes. Looking at him I slip one finger into my mout and he sighs - I press my torso against his stomach. He pulls me back, tries to pry my body away from his. I get catty as I protest and then worried. He sees my emotion wash through my eyes and he smiles.

'Don't fret; I want you,' he tells me, 'just love me.'

My whole body relaxes and molds to his, and I let out a giggle.

'And then I'll love you...' he presses inside of me...

[12/12/08]