PHOEBE
It was a blur of sensations, her eyes squeezing shut as she clung to him. It was too much and not enough all at once. Her nails raked against his back and shoulders, one hand reaching up to curl into his hair, coaxing the bites and kisses. Her own lips found his neck and peppered him with her own, the stitched up wounds she had left before now joined by little marks she left in her haste, her actions emboldened by the blight still coursing through her veins.
As he picked up pace, a guttural moan escaped her lips, primal and needy, her hips rocking in time with his. Already she could feel the tension building, her body eager for release in the wake of the stress and anger experienced in the previous days and weeks.
As he picked up pace, a guttural moan escaped her lips, primal and needy, her hips rocking in time with his. Already she could feel the tension building, her body eager for release in the wake of the stress and anger experienced in the previous days and weeks.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
