˚ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵘᵗᵉʳʷᵒʳˡᵈ ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳᵉᵈ : " 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 ? 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 ?
[ ... ] 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 weakens when met with tempations of the flesh, a silent reminder to the pair that even the devil's prodigal son can even fall forth to his own vices. the makeshift throne fitted for him, a god amongst mortal men in all his glory, sits him and his most prized gift from hell perched on his lap. " was that not your intention ? please, " with riley left eternally to his mercy, he sees right through @grote5que without so much contention — rather, amusement, made known with the curl of rosy brims as pearly whites drag lazily against the flesh of her neck. her pulse point beckons for the sinking of sharpened canines, to taste her as much as she would allow : and he doubts that she would bid him to cease even if she nears death. " what are you playing at ? you want to try and be innocent ? " the hand on resting on the small of her back pushes her figure against his own until their lines blur, threatening to become one. " 'specially since i know how many of my bodies you fucked with today ? "