06-16-2009, 05:28 PM
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The need was not physical—she desired no pleasure from this action. She saw in him only the tool, and the means to reach what she desired. It would be enough. Even as she stared into those viper’s eyes, she was certain that it was inevitable. Aurèle did not intend to learn his name, to gather anything from him. That was not what she needed. Deep in his body was the life-source that would give her the power to create. Whatever else he was, that was what she needed.
Everything else meant nothing. So at his demand, at his touch, she smiled. There was no soul in her body. It had been ripped from her by another man years ago. Before she even knew what it was to desire. “It belongs to you,” she whispered huskily, leaning her head back and putting her throat on display. If he sought to kill her, then she would not weep. She had been dying for nearly five years now. Under him, she went limp and adjusted her hips, opening them to him. Aurèle was not in control of this situation, and her body displayed this in a way her words could not.
The need was not physical—she desired no pleasure from this action. She saw in him only the tool, and the means to reach what she desired. It would be enough. Even as she stared into those viper’s eyes, she was certain that it was inevitable. Aurèle did not intend to learn his name, to gather anything from him. That was not what she needed. Deep in his body was the life-source that would give her the power to create. Whatever else he was, that was what she needed.
Everything else meant nothing. So at his demand, at his touch, she smiled. There was no soul in her body. It had been ripped from her by another man years ago. Before she even knew what it was to desire. “It belongs to you,” she whispered huskily, leaning her head back and putting her throat on display. If he sought to kill her, then she would not weep. She had been dying for nearly five years now. Under him, she went limp and adjusted her hips, opening them to him. Aurèle was not in control of this situation, and her body displayed this in a way her words could not.