There is a fine sheen of sweat covering her body, and the trickle of blood against her palm almost goes unnoticed. She's focused on the feel of his teeth, the heat of his mouth and his breath, the weight of his body, the hardness of him fitted deep inside her, moving, filling her up. So hard, so good she can't breathe.
Her grip shifts up to his shoulder again, and she catches a glimpse of the red on her fingertips.
"Oh..."
He can smell the ripple of emotion. Shock at the sight, fear and worry that she's hurt him all pass by in a heartbeat; hunger, desire, longing take their place. Her hand shifts beneath his arm and she manages to bring her fingers to her mouth, painting her lips and the tip of her tongue with the few drops of his blood.
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Date: 2009-05-21 07:52 pm (UTC)Her grip shifts up to his shoulder again, and she catches a glimpse of the red on her fingertips.
"Oh..."
He can smell the ripple of emotion. Shock at the sight, fear and worry that she's hurt him all pass by in a heartbeat; hunger, desire, longing take their place. Her hand shifts beneath his arm and she manages to bring her fingers to her mouth, painting her lips and the tip of her tongue with the few drops of his blood.