A CRYPT TO REMEMBER
✝ XAVIER GAUNT ✝
CADMUS GAUNT. HE WAS A NOVELTY, A DARK MYSTERY. much like his son and yet kairi felt a HUNGER for that warm BREATH against her ear, for the harsh WHISPER he GROWLED against her THROAT. it was a need that BURNED in her STOMACH, that lingered in the back of her mind along with the memory of his HOODED eyes and WET lips. KAIRI HAD COMMITTED A FATAL ERROR IN THAT MOMENT. one she was likely INCAPABLE of returning from now, as she RELISHED the taste of his TONGUE on hers, its savory tones that seemed to embody DARKNESS itself her hands HUNT for something to HOLD, as they ravel in his HAIR. she might have SWOONED, his mouth CONTROLLING her entirely.
THAT KISS WAS HER UNDOING SHE KNEW IT. she FELT it, in the way her fingers CURLED against the back of his head; how her tongue THIRSTED for the darkness that lurked there; how her body STEAMED and BEGGED for the feel of his TAINTED, FORBIDDEN skin. worst of all, she was HAPPY to be enraputred by the smell of. . . AUTUMN; FIERY, HOT. ‘ GOOD. ' SHE DIDN'T CARE. ‘ -I HOPE YOU DO HATE IT. ' the same way she hated how her fingers now CLAWED their way through HIS shirt in return, how she STROKED them down his front, past the hard RIDGES that formed down his centre. she watched him FIERCLY, as she GRIPPED onto the STONE above her and PRESSED her hips savagely to his MIDDLE.
ANGER, HATE, PLEASURE; IT WAS A BREATHLESS DANCE. kairi held her heel HARDER against his back, driving every inch of HER insane as she FIGHTS for control, both of MIND and BODY. it's a battle she LOSES, though her hands move to PULL at his hair run her TONGUE along his NECK as her grasp TIGHTENS. she'd never win, but FUCK would she TRY. ‘ YOU'RE INFERNAL; UNBAREABLY ARROGANT. ' A PAUSE. she SWALLOWS her breath, TUGGING hard against his bottom lip instead to satisfy the HUNGER for his TASTE, his MOUTH. ‘ i fucking HATE THAT. ' but she didn't hate the LOOK in his eyes, or the INSANITY that lingered behind every TOUCH of his, or every BREATH her OWN trying to break FREE.
A HAND TRAVELS SOUTH AS LIPS PLAY A DEADLY GAME. a game of DOMINANCE she might not even WANT to win. kairi fits her hand BETWEEN her and his middle, fingers RESTING against the waistband of his JEANS as she lets her TONGUE swipe across his; she HATED how he KISSED her, so FIERCELY and FERVENTLY FUCK, she was DOOMED. HE KISSED HER LIKE HE WAS CONSUMING HER VERY SOUL. if it hadn't BELONGED to him then, she would be willing to HAND it to him NOW, if it meant she could dance with the DEVIL for just a little while longer. she clung to him just as desperately as she needed AIR, as though he was both the FIRE and the ICE that would SATISFY her carnal hunger.
▸ ‘ I HATE. . . ' what DID she HATE? not a SINGLE thing. kairi KISSED him HARDER. ‘ ──I HATE YOU, XAVIER. ' ◂