04-22-2011, 06:29 PM
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She touched him then. There was no outward sign of anything within him. There was no visible display of a change. There didn’t need to be. His mind was an undulating pool, shifting and crashing like the waves of the ocean on a midnight beach. The scent of blood stayed in his nostrils though the source was minimal, causing him to reach out once again the instant her fingers made the lightest, faintest contact with his flesh.
He saw only a desire within her for him, whether or not it truly existed, spurring him onward, causing him to drive his nails again into her skin, bringing forth the beloved red. Jaws parted, tasting her, forcing her to the ground as lust overwhelmed.