REXANNA
they said you were the crooked kind
It certainly is different from most couples, yet Rexanna doesn’t think any less of it. She had participated with him (and others) once before, before his Ascension. And while she did miss parts of it, it isn’t anything she can’t live without. Bastien has shown her time and time again that he can perform in other ways, all of which still leave her gasping for breath. This is another one of those times, as he drinks his fill and palms at her, her head tilting back as his lips leave her wrist and his attention shifts to her.And yet, she still craves more from him – leaning into him and managing to find a break enough to push herself onto his lap to straddle him, her one free hand tangling in his curled hair as her other hand coated with a bit of blood from wounds now beginning to clot, find their way to the other side of his face to cup his cheek as he kisses her. There’s a tang of metal in her mouth, though she doesn’t care. She still kisses him fiercely, breaking away only to leave a trail of blood smeared kisses along his jawbone to his neck. Her hands leave him momentarily while she trails down toward his neck, to unlace the corset to make it easier for him.
Then, without warning, as if to give him a taste of his own medicine, she bites his neck (far more gently than he bit her, not enough to draw
but you were always gold to me
