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"If you want to give Then give me all that you can give All your darkest impulses And if you want to give me anything Then give give in again"
Give - Sleep Token (this song is hot listen while reading 😍)
Spice - O - Meter: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
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Fuck.
I am fucking done for.
My mind is a sea of stars, and he is the earth below me.
His blood entered Aera's mouth, and her whole body exhaled in elation. That first trickle of warmth that met her tongue she immediately lapped up, causing the man to tense further underneath her again. It did not matter. Nothing mattered.
His skin was freezing, yet his blood was fire. Cinnamon and undeniable in its taste. A pounding started in her heart, slithering until it met her center. His abdomen was right there, pressing against her. Unmoving as she writhed above him, lost within his taste and the energy he provided her.
Her eyes flickered open lazily, taking in her surroundings. They blurred in her bloodlust, and the ever growing desire for the man below her.
Jimin made a slight grunt of pain as she dug her fangs deeper into him, his hand making contact with her lower back. She gasped at the contact, like lightening up her spine as he dragged his hand slowly up her skin and all the way to her neck.
Her ecstasy halted as panic settled in. She pulled away from the man's neck, her heart pounding. Her body remembering what her mind refused to relive.
Jimin cooed to her, "I'm here Aera, with you." He breathed with her slowly, as she hid in his neck without biting. His hand caressing the back of her neck until her lips made contact with his skin once again, "No one else."
Aera needed no further convincing to take more of him. His groans were much softer, a more frequent. She did her best to adjust her hips so that the angle in which she siphoned from his vein would cause him less pain. His free hand was fisted on the arm chair, clenching and unclenching as she continued to feed from him.
It was too intimate, and still she didn't stop. Not as his hand rooted itself into the hair at the base of her skull. Not when he shifted his hips to sit higher underneath her. Not when she could feel every raspy sound he made from the vibrations of his sweet coated throat. The high of blood making his reactions send a thrill into her stomach and chest.
Most disorienting was the silence. Other than the lapping of her feeding, and the sounds of pain he'd make.
There was never a moment of silence between them. Not one filled with either animosity or hidden meanings encapsulated by pointed words.
