( the delicate veins branching beneath her skin are black under the sparse glow of moonlight from the window. they stir in him a different sort of hunger, of need, of perfect pleasure so overwhelming it envelopes him. he watches, taut as an arrow, as her fingers dip into her mouth; watches her taste herself, creases of effort and agony forming between his furrowing brows.
he groans brokenly. no sooner does she have her fill does he reach for her, his hand a blur in his instinctual impulse. his fingers wrap around the roots of her hair, her name a staccato moan, an oath and a plea, as he lifts his shoulders from the bed to meet her lips in a bloody kiss. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
he groans brokenly. no sooner does she have her fill does he reach for her, his hand a blur in his instinctual impulse. his fingers wrap around the roots of her hair, her name a staccato moan, an oath and a plea, as he lifts his shoulders from the bed to meet her lips in a bloody kiss. )