dance for me

REXANNA

we were fire and water.
love laced with sin

It’s a primal sort of need that overcomes her, pressing her hips in a feigned attempt to close the gap between them. But his voice, the groan that leaves him as he enters her, has her head tilting back with a gasp. He tells her he loves her, and all she can do in that specific moment is let her hands wander, scratching and searching along his back until her fingers tangle in his hair, a steady place to hold and tug.

“I love you…” She manages, between moving with him, the moans that leave her lips, her hips rocking into his to push him deeper, back arching against him and his hand at her chest. Her legs spread a bit further, giving him a bit more room to work with, before a thought hits her. She’s not going to last long like this, and with a light tug, she tries to push him over on the bed in such a way that she can straddle him, to ride him.

She gives him a slight fanged crooked smile with it as she settles, hips moving against his as she lays her body against his, lips and teeth seeking his own neck, to return the favor of what he had given her, hips rotating against his in a passionate, primal dance. She kisses along his neck, reaching up momentarily to pull her hair to the side to keep it out of the way, and when she finds her spot, she moans against his neck briefly. One quick heartbeat later, sucks at his neck before teasing with a light scratch of her fangs.

And then she bites.

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