Morgan tipped her head up to stare at the sky as Neron took his last drops of her blood, trying to think of anything but the images in her head, things she had never imagined before with Neron: aggressive and passionate movements, pressing each other up against walls or trees and not loving, not gentle; fucking, gritted teeth and nails and her dagger at his neck--
Suddenly, he released her and the intensity of the images lessened, though a great amount of the feeling still remained. Morgan took her wrist closer to herself and ran her fingers over the wound, the blood still slowly pooling out and onto her skin. She glanced to Neron, wondering if he felt it too, though one look at him gave her the answer: something in his eyes, hungry and reflecting her own.
[say]"It was to save your life."[/say] She said flatly, though her actions did not match the words; against her better judgement she reached down to help pull him up, resulting in them being much closer than intended, a few inches separating their faces; Morgan glanced at Nerons blood-soaked lips, his cold eyes, and found herself tempted in a way she had never been before. Her nails dug into his arm where she had held him up with the pressure of not giving in, her determination wavering as waves of the bites power still ran through her.
Suddenly, he released her and the intensity of the images lessened, though a great amount of the feeling still remained. Morgan took her wrist closer to herself and ran her fingers over the wound, the blood still slowly pooling out and onto her skin. She glanced to Neron, wondering if he felt it too, though one look at him gave her the answer: something in his eyes, hungry and reflecting her own.
[say]"It was to save your life."[/say] She said flatly, though her actions did not match the words; against her better judgement she reached down to help pull him up, resulting in them being much closer than intended, a few inches separating their faces; Morgan glanced at Nerons blood-soaked lips, his cold eyes, and found herself tempted in a way she had never been before. Her nails dug into his arm where she had held him up with the pressure of not giving in, her determination wavering as waves of the bites power still ran through her.
