And I'm not expecting you to care, but I have finally seen the light
Morgan hardly noticed the sound of the cloak falling to the floor or Neron's wounds, which her as far away from her mind as could be right now; when she looked at Neron all she felt, all she knew was a temptation unlike she'd ever felt before. Was this how The Voice spread her influence through people? It was powerful and as much as Morgan's brain was telling her to resist the trick, she also kept thinking just once couldn't hurt, surely...
He moved closer and his hand brushed against her cheek; Morgan thought Neron was going to break the tension and lean in to press his lips against hers but he didn't, somehow he resisted the heat between them and spoke; logically she knew he was right, that this was a bad idea (and how odd, that Neron was the one with sense here)...but suddenly, the part of Morgan that was sick of being controlled and good and disciplined even through the hardest years of her life, never showing a single sign of weakness or personal want - it snapped.
In a single moment Morgan reached to grab Neron's jaw and smashed their faces together in an ungraceful and desperate kiss, one made of teeth and frustration and nothing close to love, but hardly lacking in heat, her fingers slowly loosening their grip and going to dig nails into the back of his neck; he was welcome to pull away, if he wanted: she would not stop him and would help they could chalk it up to an embarrassing effect of the bite.
He moved closer and his hand brushed against her cheek; Morgan thought Neron was going to break the tension and lean in to press his lips against hers but he didn't, somehow he resisted the heat between them and spoke; logically she knew he was right, that this was a bad idea (and how odd, that Neron was the one with sense here)...but suddenly, the part of Morgan that was sick of being controlled and good and disciplined even through the hardest years of her life, never showing a single sign of weakness or personal want - it snapped.
In a single moment Morgan reached to grab Neron's jaw and smashed their faces together in an ungraceful and desperate kiss, one made of teeth and frustration and nothing close to love, but hardly lacking in heat, her fingers slowly loosening their grip and going to dig nails into the back of his neck; he was welcome to pull away, if he wanted: she would not stop him and would help they could chalk it up to an embarrassing effect of the bite.
Morgan
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