Her thoughts turned white. Elizabeth's hands were firm on her hips, slamming off the clasps on
her armour. Ana felt the wet warmth of lips on her neck as Elizabeth nuzzled against her, quickly fumbling to undress her. Her body was weak, absorbing Elizabeth's every touch. Her
legs felt liquid. Elizabeth moved down her body, soft lips tickling the fair skin of her stomach.
Ana sunk against the wall. Elizabeth spun her like a ragdoll.
Ana was down to her underwear now, black lace. It shone like gossamer. Elizabeth still wearing the long blue jacket. She kissed Ana hard, the cold leather against Ana's hot skin. Ana tried to kiss back but Elizabeth was too fast. Too forceful. She was consuming her, biting into Ana's
plump lips like they were ripe berries. Elizabeth moved vampirically onto her ear and began to
suckle at the lobe. Ana tingled. Then the teeth sunk in.
Elizabeth slid her hand under the lacey sheen. Ana slipped back against the wet stone. Waves rippled through her. Elizabeth took Ana's hand and guided her. Soft sighs were enough to keep Ana's rhythm.
The waves crashed stronger as Elizabeth's touch quickened, quickened, hardened. Ana
responded, Elizabeth biting down on her neck as the satisfaction swelled. Elizabeth sank against her. Ana gently slid down until they were lying on the ground, the stone icy cold on Ana's naked back, the burning heat of Elizabeth's body on top of her. Ana's chest rose and fell breathlessly.
She pressed her palm to the damp rock, soaking the chill into her fiery skin.
Rusalka was right. Human life was short.
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Black Hole Heartbeat
FantascienzaBlack Hole Heartbeat is Star Wars if the stormtroopers didn't miss all the time. Like Cowboy Bebop meets Butch and Sundance, or Guardians of the Galaxy in the style of Pulp Fiction. Self confessed thief of ill repute, Elizabeth Ranger, runs head fi...
