[M] the devil made you look

Sirius Revlis · 03-26-2012, 03:41 AM

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Sirius by Nat

The entire right side of his body burned with pain; Sharp, sweet, cascading waves of pain that were warped by adrenaline and twisted into fuel for the continued storm of his wrath. His fist found the hard planes of her stomach, dealt a crushing blow there, and her exhale blew the ripe scent of blood into his waiting nostrils. He drew it deep into his lungs, that gasp of hers, the expression of surprise that painted her features with agony.

And then his fingers clasped about the soft warmth of her throat, and the sound was cut off, softly, sweetly.

His other hand joined the first one, and her throat was red with the blood on his hands. Her body began to buck beneath him, a frenzy of the living, a sudden craving for oxygen that pushed her mind into the blank space reserved only for immediate survival. He watched her pupils dilate, and the snarl on his face became a twisted smile, grotesque and horrible, his yellowed teeth stained with her own blood. Power pulsed through him, thick and desirable, and the writhing of her hips was suddenly erotic, suddenly gleeful to him. His body crushed down against her own, his hips solidly blocking the bucking of her frame, which had begun to arch desperately in an effort to free itself from him. His thumbs dug hard into the area about her windpipe, feeling the pulse there as it hammered against his palms.

His expression was darkness, deeply primal. He was a monster, in this moment - He was a reaper. He was her Lord and her Master, and her life was beating between his hands. The surge of arousal was almost enough to make him groan, as blood from his maw dripped down onto her beaten, upturned face.

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