a kiss where they’re both covered in blood
@fleshtorne
the slow, deliberate rise and fall of his chest becomes secondary to the desire which courses through his veins. he comes to a crossroads within the depths of his conscious mind and chooses hubris : to continue controlling the flow of his own blood, ensuring his own survival, or to kiss the woman with her fingertips tangled in his entrails.
fingers delicately land upon the apple of her cheek, butterfly touch dragging her down to meet his hungering maw. he cares not for the sanguine smudged across her lips, for the drips that now coat him, too. he only sees beauty in the crimson that makes up the lower half of her face. " forgive me for the interruption... "
there is a tug in his chest as he cranes to let his mouth meet with her own, enveloping the taste of iron as it invades his throat. his tongue meets hers with reckless fervour, heeding no warning from his body as he is met with mutual passion. the more he devotes himself to her, the further from his mind does the spell preserving his life fade.
it doesn't stop him, though. ravenous is the man so desperate to taste himself in his lover's mouth that he forgoes all caution. gloved fingers curl into her hair and drag her downwards, holding her close to him. this woman -- this monster -- breathes into him a life he could only have dreamed of previously. she radiates power, destruction ; a force so strong that he would be a fool to ignore. he needs her, both carnally and without. what had once been the means to an end for his sinister dream was now a blood fuelled nightmare waiting to swallow him whole.