The Unfiltered Mind

Jaw Breaker

Having her pressed against the wall, I could feel my self-control retreating. Her amber brown eyes refusing to meet mine, her cheeks red, and that damn pink silk nightgown barely covering anything, it is no surprise she is stirring up a strange - no- a dangerous emotion from deep inside me.

Resting my left palm on the wall next to her face, I lean in close and I press my cold lips against hers so softly I wonder if she even felt it. I step back to give her a last chance to run away from me. She doesn't, so I lean in and kiss her again. This time I can taste her classic cherry lipgloss. The kiss felt like a million years long, yet I start to feel withdrawal symptoms the moment our lips part. I need more of her. She gives me no time to think as she slips her fingers through my hair and pulls me in for a deep kiss, sending a surge of energy through my body. A soft groan sits in the back of my throat, and turns into a growl when realize what she has told me.

This signaled that I can have her. She has given me permission to to touch her and make her mine.

I use my left hand to slowly caress her body, sliding it down from her lower back, to her beautiful butt, allowing me to lift her leg and wrap it around my waist. I couldn't help myself, her legs were so soft and smooth.  I press her against the wall with my body creating no gap between us. As my tongue slips into her mouth I feel her use my shoulder to balance herself and she moans into my mouth. I feel her hands press on my breasts, and I remove my tongue from her throat, allowing her to breathe.
Nothing is hotter than a woman out of breath.

For the first time this evening, her eyes meet mine. In all her vulnerability, I don't remember what it was, if it was her cheeks burning red, her eyes begging me for more, or her cheeky nipples peeking through her silk, but I had to have her. Devour her. Make her scream then and there.

I throw her on to the bed, ruining her perfect made bed -God, she cannot be more beautiful.  I position myself at the edge of the bed, throwing my coat off on to the floor, and kicking off my heels and tying my rain-soaked hair up. I unzip the back of my black dress but not removing it- I knew going commando today was the second best decision I made, the best being her.
I crawl my way towards her, taking my time as I worship her body by kissing every inch, from her toes, to the freckle on her hip, to the snake tattoo just below her breast, to her lips. Reigniting the flame, I open her mouth with my thumb and stick my tongue into her mouth. I need to taste her.

But I must taste more. I need to taste all of her. So I slowly start kissing her soft neck, her rose perfume tickles my taste buds. I feel my cheeks going red as a moan escapes her  lips, running her fingers along my back, pulling off my dress. I feel something powerful surge through me, as if some dark presence wants me to devour her. I shake the thought out of my head and continue to kiss her neck.

Again, I feel it with me- no- inside me. A dark beast just wanting to break out, needing satisfaction. As if it has been starving for millenniums and wants the taste of blood seeping into them. I am not strong, I too have been starving her body for the last 10 hours, I too want this body I'm on top of.

Suddenly, all I can think of is biting her. Not to make a hickey or to be kinky, just biting into her flesh. At first I nip, which causes her to grip the sheets and moan loud, not caring about the neighbors. Then I feel this black heat seep through me, I bite her jaw.

No. I rip through her flesh with my teeth and a sickening crack silences the atmosphere. Blood stains her bed, ruining her beautiful silk nightgown.

This power I felt grows, as if it got turned on by the blood and wanted more. I had no control of my body, all I could do was apologize with my eyes, tears mixing with her blood. I want to stop, but instead I rip out her throat before she could scream and at that moment, I orgasm.