FREYJA ::
Deep down, there is a desire; a craving — a hunger for the unknown. What would tomorrow bring if she finally gave into everything and heeded to his calls? Would she find fulfilment or would it bring the inevitable destruction of all the guarded walls she had built about herself to be protected? This was an unknown territory she had stepped into and did she ever know it. With each dark calling that came from his words, came a shiver to her spine. Her mind knew all too well the very feelings she had felt the moment her eyes had set upon the trio, what desires they had brought. But in her avoidance of this but also of the thoughts, she moved backwards away from the very individual that made her being quake. She knew better than this, but with her drunken haze, her guards had fallen down. This meant that she knew that she needed distance, and that she needed to avoid his gaze; lest she succumb to her most carnal nature. It was why her fingers so tightly gripped around the bottle, almost threatening to break the neck of the container before she decided to tip it backwards; her throat itching for the burn — any possible distraction from her current predicament before her powers lashed out at his very figure, not allowing him any possible distance near herself.
But as the air crackled beneath the might of her power; resulting in his being colliding with the brick wall, the sounds of the clash finally encouraged Freyja to look up at his fallen figure. Yet another mistake after countless already having been made, she felt her insides being set on fire at the certain hunger in his eyes. Suddenly in the manner of a single move their game had shifted, and she could feel her inner predator growl at the volatile look in his gaze; one that invited her to attack — to prod to see exactly what reaction she would receive. And perhaps if she had been sober she would have known better. But she had already felt provoked at his countless invitations for her to find her release in him, and now she yearned to see just how much it would take for the same in him. Two could play at that game; and she could emerge the victor, no?
Her gaze never leaving his own, they followed his every movement, as if she was memorising it. The way his blood was smeared upon his skin. His gaze upon her as if he was ravenous for her to succumb to his provocations. She watched as the expressions upon his features began to change, their combined silence thickening the tension within the air as the predators came out to play. Never one to back down, Freyja’s fingers moved almost instinctively out of habit to bring the bottle back up towards her lips as she downed the rest of the bourbon. Her eyes dark in anticipation for his next move, she began to smash the bottle against the wall next to her, leaving a shard remaining in her hand. Ignoring the blood that began to seep out from the fractured glass in her hands, her attention remained upon Nikolay despite the liquid that pooled away from her porcelain skin, dripping towards the floor. She would be steel against him, she would not mould to his whims — she told herself. And it was at his returning comment that her eyes narrowed, her fingers gripping hard against the crumpled piece of glass as she moved swiftly to push him against the wall. Her forearm pushed against his neck she snarled, “Is that so you Засранец?”
Her eyebrow raised, she dared him; just provoke me further. See where that would lead. “Tell me — what would you do if you were playing dirty then, hm?” She asked in a sweeter tone, as she moved her fingers to grip the glass against the side of his neck; pushing almost hard enough for more of his blood to break past the skin.
He sees the curve of her lips, and he wants to make them scream his name. He wants to have them trailing along his skin. He wants all of her, flushed and bruised, pressed against all of him. He wants, he wants, he wants. But, the smashing of glass coaxes the predator out of its rusted cage and she will only be breathing his name in an hour of need before the night ends. She will only see this room flooded with red. A red as deep as the color painted on her lips.
And with the press of her against him, he is made. She made him. She has forced the curl of his lips to bare grinding teeth and drove out a snarl from deep within like the twisting of an arm. The predator made it’s home inside, and he can taste it. He can taste the ruination. The end was upon him while the edges of his vision faded to black. So when she presses the shattered glass from her bottle of bourbon to his neck, a delicious grin forms. And fuck if he could stop the laugh. But, he couldn’t. He laughs. Loudly and filled with an untamed pleasure. “кукла младенец,” he says again. This time, though, his eyes flared with something unrecognizable, something insatiable, while he leans closer towards her and allows her to make him bleed. He tears his own skin by leaning into the shard of glass she believes to be a threat to him. “You make me bleed when I let you.”
You see, his worst flaw is that he is merciless. So as a bead of blood drips down the length of his neck, the hand that had been pressed into the wall behind him comes to wrap around hers. Fingers press into her frail, delicate neck as he feels her pulse surging beneath his unshakable grasp. He leans in, the glass scraping further along his neck as his mouth moves to hover over where her skin throbs. The place where he can feel her very life. Those lips of his, chapped and bloody, opened ever so slightly as they hovered there, his breath hitting her skin. Then, without a sound, he slams her into the wall she had him against and presses himself to her again, all of his rough edges slamming into her curves while his lips are still a hair’s breadth away. His fingers tightened just barely as he stays this way and listens to her pulse skyrocketing. Nikolay just listens to her very life throbbing beneath him. It was almost euphoric to hear for the animal within him. Then, as if to answer her question, he bites her. He fucking bites her neck where her felt her pulse throb. “I’d eat you alive.”