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I'm afraid I'm sinning every time I look at her because surely she wouldn't be revealed to the likes of me. Muttering prayers of devotion to her can't truly be my intent as genuine it may be because I've dreamt of ensnaring this woman.
In the depraved corners of my mind, I find myself restless to set my claim for I have a disease that is unquenchable thirst and she is akin to the sea.
So no, I don't glance at her chaste skin, her thick, black hair, or the shape of her figure because I don't wish to worship her like the goddess she is and will always be. No, I desire to keep her because who wants tarnished pearls that can no longer shine besides the one who'd seen them at their fullest potential?
The sweet sound of her light snores filled this room, I keep myself from stroking her smooth skin under my palm. I wanted so badly to feel her. To hold her. Just so that I knew in some way I've had the opportunity to touch heaven. It wasn't like I'd reach it anyway.
Not after last night's... activities.
I was surprised that his screams didn't wake her.
My tongue darts over my lips, the sound of her heart pulsating within her chest draws at my hunger. I could hear it. I could smell it. Her blood, it rushed through her veins as she tossed in my bed. Onika laid on her back, stretching subtly, exposing her beautiful neck to me. My jaw ached, but I knew the consequences of sinking my teeth into her.
I sighed. I want to be in bed with her, and I'm not talking about fucking then passing out. No. She's worth more than that. I'm talking about just laying next to her. Rolling over and finding my way to her body.
Holding her tight protecting her from any bad dreams she has. Finding her hand in mine like an uncontrollable attraction even in our sleep.
Kissing her forehead as she lays her head on my chest. Feeling her heart beat as she's soundly asleep in my arms.
Intertwining our bodies in our unconscious states. Just being connected like one.
I just want to be in bed with her. The Persephone to my Hades. My light in this eternal darkness.
Her eyes flutter and a small, weak sound fell from her lips. I had everything prepared. From the medication on the bedside table to my excuse. So I waited. I waited for her eyes to flutter, for those lips to part. I wait for her voice or a terrified scream. I wait for her, regardless of the reaction.
I stood from my seat at the side of the bed and paced the room. I was hungry and in need to hunt. I knew that man wouldn't do, and Onika's scent only heightened my appetite. I massage my jaw and that as well did nothing but upset me.
"Fuck," I cursed under my breath. The feeling was unbearable. Onika tossed again, the smell more potent than before. I salivate, swiftly climbing into the bed and hovering over her unconscious body. My fangs manifest on their own, the sound of her pulse tormenting me as my lips pressed against her sweet flesh.
