buried with metonymy IP: 172.243.247.39 Posted on September 1, 2017 at 00:29:28 AM by echidna
She doesn’t care if anyone finds them or if this is a fling. He hasn’t been this close to her in such a long time and to feel how much he wants to be here with her makes everything easier.
When his mouth roves down her neck, she isn’t surprised. The rough way he near rips her trousers off is normal. It’s their way. His teeth sink into her and she gasps, her fingers grip his hair tightly because the pain is white hot behind her eyelids. Echidna makes a sound like a lower scream but it feels good, washes over her in a great wave –
The first time she let him touch her, his hands over her body. How she felt at ease, felt desire for the first time in her life, which then springs forward in time –
Echidna watching him sleep in their cave. Her fingers roaming delicately over his chest, his face, admiring the features. She kisses his lips softly, lays her head against his shoulder –
All the lonely nights afterward. Flashes of her life on her own, not a single other human as her companion, only her food –
Echidna moans, her blood pulsing into his mouth. She slides her hand further up into his hair and tugs eagerly. Her trousers are gone, so are his. It’s too much to deny and she pulls him closer to her as more blood spills into his mouth.
But then she straddles him, then she groans softly against his ear.
It’s not changed that much, has it?