The only light in the room was an eerie dark red. It was quiet; the only noises heard soft moans and hushed grimaces.
The scene illuminated Maggie beautifully, Leo thought. He could make out the soft curve of their jawline, the bareness of their shoulders.
He dragged his knee past the wet heat between their thighs, nails dug into either side of their hips. Leo moaned in muted pleasure at the sight of them. They looked so pitifully good below him.
There was something criminally lovely about the way Maggie's body buzzed underneath him, begging to be taken, begging to be used.
Begging to be broken.
A thought formed in Leo's mind as he leaned to take the skin of their throat in his teeth.
I want to break them.
The thought was frightening for a moment, and he almost let go of them altogether.
Then he felt it.
Right under his tongue.
A beat. Then two.
Their pulse, their throat, right between his teeth.
It took everything in him not to bite down completely, made horribly feral by the beating of their heart.
The notion of what was sure to happen if he did almost motivated him to follow through with it.
He could imagine so vividly; drops of scarlet blood, pooling down their throat to their collar.
He'd lick it up like candy, his canines and tongue stained red with them.
He tried to banish the violent yet tantalizing thought, drove his nails deeper into their hips to ground himself.
He heard them gasp sharply, obviously in pain, before he felt it.
Something warm below his fingertips, under his nails.
He had scratched them to the point of drawing blood.
They looked to him, expecting an apology, a kiss and a promise to never hurt them that way again.
The apology didn't come.
They locked eyes with Leo, and he seemed so inhuman, so animal, that they shrunk into the pillow.
Maggie tried to ask if he was okay, if they needed to stop, but a hand was over their mouth the second it had opened.
He licked the blood from his fingertips of his free hand, removed his other from their mouth, and shushed them with a bloody finger.
Leo's mouth quirked into a sideways smile, blood stained teeth winking in the light.
Maggie shivered at the sight.
He replaced where his knee had been with the hand he'd licked clean, teasing them with a finger before sliding it into them without pause.
He looked long-gone. He looked like he was going to tear them apart.
Leo barely gave Maggie enough time to adjust to one before he added another, licking his lips as he fucked into them with no hesitation. They cried out in surprise, caught off guard by the breakneck pace. He fucked them that way until they were a whimpering, sniveling mess.
In all but a moment, it was too much. The sensations blurred into each other painfully, almost.
Leo did not stop.
Maggie tried to back away, tried to create space between themselves and Leo's fingers, but that relief did not come.
He grabbed their hip with the hand he wasn't using, and brought them closer to him. They could not move away. He did not notice their overstimulation. All he could think of was that constant heartbeat, and the blood on his tongue.
He brought his head to lay on their chest, right above their heart, and listened.
A beat. Then another.
Their heartbeat was incredibly fast, worryingly so, but Leo did not register that.
He drove another finger into them at the pace of their heart, blood rushing in his ears.
Leo paused only when Maggie gripped onto his shoulders, cried out, and tore down his back with their nails.
He moaned with a grimace, slowing the movement of his fingers to a stop.
Leo looked down to Maggie, overstimulated near tears, and felt immensely guilty all at once.
He leaned down to kiss their forehead, cradled their face in his hands, apologized.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, you just looked so pretty."
They smiled weakly, understanding. They knew how Leo could get sometimes.
" I should probably go wash my hands."
