A Kiss from a Rose

Gasp

 

Moan

 

Growl

 

Her nails dug into his broad shoulders, biting harshly into his sweat-slick skin, the smooth flesh breaking beneath her fingers. Klaus grunted at the sharp pain, but did not stop from his task.

 

Casilde whimpered, baring her throat as the huntsman grasped her bare hips. They moved as one, their bodies fitting too perfectly against one another in their drunken state.

 

The scent of the drink lingered between them, heavy and lurching in the air.

 

She begged him for more, for faster, harder, please, Klaus. And he gave; he always gave her what she asked for.

 

He buried his face into the pale column of her throat, his teeth sinking into her flesh. Casilde cried out at the blooming pain, her form quivering beneath her lover as rapture overtook her.

 

Heat

 

Lust

 

Need

 

Mate

 

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Author's Note: Excuse me while I hide.