❝ no, nothing about this is okay! nothing about this is okay! ❞
❝ OH ? ❞ there is red everywhere, on her lips, her fingers, her chest. it stains her clothes, but ———– but, but ———— the smell . . . it encases her in a feeling of sated desire for just a moment before hunger, once again, shrouds her eyes, her tongue, her throat. ❝ ahh, that hits the spot. don’t you think ? I HAVEN’T ATE IN A WHILE, unfortunately. ❞ her words come with a side of malignancy, one soaked in sugar sweets to mask their aftertaste. her arms come to wrap around a motionless body, fingernails tracing the wound on their neck, but her eyes were elsewhere. ———– ON HIM. how quickly she got on all fours, crawling towards him with deliberate impassivity.
SOON, SHE’D COME UP BEHIND HIM, arms enveloping him ( ALMOST WITH AFFECTION ! ), chin resting on his shoulder ——- lips grazing his ear. ❝ you wouldn’t let a girl starve, would you ? ❞ she takes a deep breath, eyes closing as if to hold in as many dreams of a grandiose meal as she could. ❝ you smell good ——– let me have a taste, will you ? just . . . ❞ again, she's at his neck, fingernails trailing the edges of his jaw. ❝ . . . A LITTLE TASTE. ❞
SENTENCE STARTER PACK. ♡ ACCEPTING.
