Her mouth was on fire, her fingers flashed with flame, she wanted to ignite him that they both might burn as one, and scorch the coming of night. Her tongue on his own was strong, and he loved the way she tasted. Immense pleasure… She was tough and soft, and struck such balance that he could not help but want her. He’d forced his heart open to show her everything… their’s was an honest meeting of the spirits. There was no division. It was Communion.
I want her teeth at my ribs and digging into my hips passed the point of playful nibbles. Teeth plunging passed simple pleasure on the skin covering hungry hips that are waiting to be fed… I crave those fingers and beautiful nails on my back tearing away the waste of old scars… I desire to be marked, even claimed as we would claim each other in whatever manner that lay within depths of our spirits. I do not fear blood – I fear nothing by her side… In Flesh, In Blood, In Spirit I have found her and her devilish desires do not scare me or give me pause. I have found her – she is standing across from me…. extending… reaching… receiving…. lay hold.
My Beloved… Ever Grateful
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The Baron's Pen