She knows it’s not easy to move forward. You have to think about it, where your rooks and pawns are. If your queen and king are guarded or left in ruin. The game isn’t hard to understand, she learned the rules eons ago but to follow them, now that takes some practice. Echidna hasn’t figured it out yet, how to control her urges and dark thoughts. Being a psychopath isn’t easy, it requires a lot of work to maintain the image. When someone looks at her, Echidna hopes they only see the intense darkness of her eyes and the bloodlust on her tongue because to see anything else is a grave mistake.

Come on, give her a reason.

Only one. A single purpose, motivation to kill – snap her jaws shut. Echidna has messed up enough to know she’ll never be perfect. Genetically flawed. It isn’t cool when your dad is a god.

Tarquin kisses her back with fervor this time and she smiles. His fingers in her hair, neck exposed to his wandering lips. Echidna’s hair turns a delicate lavender with silvery tips and her eyes close fully immersed in all the sensations of him. How she missed this. Her breathing becomes more labored, her muscles tense with every action between them. Echidna lets him kiss her throat and her hands find the wisps of hair at the back of his neck, she twists them around her fingers.

There is a soft, breathy sound that escapes from between her lips. She lets one hand slide down his chest, his stomach, fingers unlacing his trousers in a desperate flurry.