Without a name
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Her thighs held tightly around his small hips, he fascinated her , as blue and magenta nails dug softly into his cheeks, lips puckering ever so slightly in her grasp.
Everyone feared this man, but not her, as she stared down into one eye that rivaled the ocean on a summer's day just like in her books from when she'd once been a child...had she ever been one? Being a child required...innocence, her life had been painted in blood for as long as she could remember.
Oh but the way he looked at her , beautiful as ever, caressing scars, marred sickly grey flesh perfect against the black of his eye dotted with a blood red moon, how intently his eyes looked up at her.
He was waiting.
He was good like that, she thought to herself, she allowed her mind to wander as she played with his hair, leaving it disheveled as she thought about how soft it was, nails scratching lightly behind one ear and smiling at him.
"You really want me to kiss you, don't you?"
Her voice playful with a roll of her hips, smiling as he let out a pathetic needy whine.
He nods subtly, cheeks tinting, he always wants her to kiss him, when it comes to her...he is weak... he knows it without regret.
His heart is racing, her warmth is fire to him and god how willingly he walks into the flames to be consumed by her.
Her lips touch his and he is engulfed by everything that is this being, she had made the first move and he'd followed her waltz, she lead him through their dances until handing the reins to him when it was her turn to be pressed against the cool surface of dark oak and green felt, if drowning had been to surrender to these moments where she held him like this...why would he ever come back up for air when her siren song pulled him down deeper into those soothing depths.
Their names meant nothing here , words were nothing , in the cry of their need , the movement of their bodies all was said , they were one, there was no beginning, no end , only them.
