dance for me

REXANNA

we were fire and water.
love laced with sin

Ah, experimentation hasn’t ever let her down before either. And this is no exception.

As his teeth sink into her neck, there’s no pain like there usually was at the start. Instead, just a tiniest bit of pressure, while she pulls him close, until it hits her, and she arches into him. Lips parting, a gasp of a moan leaving her lips. It certainly never felt like this before, and for a moment she forgets everything else but the feeling of his lips to her neck, the bite that dances through her systems, the sparks behind her eyes.

And she finds that she’s surprised in how much more it makes her need him. Hands find their way to help him remove the pants he wears just enough, before her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close, nails digging into his shoulders and his spine. And when he touches her, finally, it’s almost like her body zeroes in on it, and it’s all she can think of. It’s all she can do to not pull him closer.

Instead, her hips move against him, she’s ready – and with the bite, there’s little doubt as to how wet she is. “Please?” She manages, somehow breathless, through a gasp, but she uses her strength to pull him closer to her, to close the gap, to press her hips against him to sink him in. Praying to all the gods, but specifically the Voice, that he doesn't make her wait longer.

and whenever we happened to touch,
smoke rose from our skin.