PETER
It’s not enough. Even with their pleasure doubled, even with grasping arms around and fangs in his wrist it’s not enough. It’s a distraction, and Pet knows that’s what it is, knows that as soon as they break apart from each other it will all rear up again. Maybe that’s why he shifts easily when he’s pulled, his face suddenly in Edy’s neck instead of her chest.
Whatever protest there might have been before is gone, along with the moment of thought that had stopped him from biting her initially. Anything is preferable to the terror that had rolled off both of them in waves, anything to stifle it and shove it down deeper.
Peter bites, desperate and tearing, and moans around the flood of pleasure that sparks in his head, in his chest, that sends him pressing harder against the Rapacious, as if that extra closeness will bring with it more. His hand clenches against her back again, tangling in her hair in a needy bid to pull himself even closer.
Whatever protest there might have been before is gone, along with the moment of thought that had stopped him from biting her initially. Anything is preferable to the terror that had rolled off both of them in waves, anything to stifle it and shove it down deeper.
Peter bites, desperate and tearing, and moans around the flood of pleasure that sparks in his head, in his chest, that sends him pressing harder against the Rapacious, as if that extra closeness will bring with it more. His hand clenches against her back again, tangling in her hair in a needy bid to pull himself even closer.
when i look at you all I can see
Are the mistakes were going to make
Are the mistakes were going to make
