I pressed my body against hers, and breathe deeply in the clammy air between us. Her skin is hot and tastes saltier than usual with the cold sweat sticking us together. Smells richer with the blood sticking us together. I push myself in to nuzzle her at the neck, and against me push the handle of the blade sunk deeper into her abdomen.
“Darling, my doll…”
My eyelashes fluttering, the tips of her dark hair brushing across the tip of my nose. With one hand, stroking the side of her body where her ribs press into the skin. With the other, holding her hand, intwining her long fingers with mine. Squeezing and making her sharp nails cut into me.
And how I’d wished for this, and how I’d torn myself to shreds imagining it and cursing her and cursing her and cursing her to die in my arms, to die for me, to die for me. I can slip my fingers through the fold and feel the pulsating flesh, beating in tune with her heart. I slide my hands down to her thighs, where we’ve turned her brown skin out in large crescents, split each of her thighs to the bone. Grazing gently against the exposed nerves, the running leak soaking my silk sheets red. Fingering at the open artery and bringing my mouth down to her stomach.
The blood coats my chest, and my jaw, and my hands, and bleeds into my eyes and nose and the unscratchable part of my brain.
So I can lick the edge of the blade where it juts from her flesh, and gasp in the searing severing pain, mix our tastes in my mouth. Her blood, and mine.
“Mine. I’m so relieved. You’ve done something amazing for me,” I pant, complimentary. She’s perfect. Sucking the skin and mouth filling with thick viscosity; thinner than it should be, not meaty but delicate, almost floral. Pairing well with the strawberry perfume, pairing sweetly in my senses. Her body down to the cell is perfect for me. I always knew I could appreciate it better.
“You’ll be my doll forever, my darling.”
Straddling her one leg between my two thighs, and she’s breathing shallow breaths on the verge. I squeeze the hand I’m holding and sit up, shift up so I can pull her hand over her head against the pillow, and look into her eyes that have long since glazed with the overwhelm.
Pull my other hand from her thigh to cradle beneath her and bring my chest back down to hers, my lips to her ear and her fainting breaths to my shoulder, til we’re stuck together by the warmth she’s given up to me. I catch her skin between my teeth and still she has the energy to shake, and I whisper to her in soft affection.
