Victoriously Yours,

Persuasively Demonic

"Come to me." Yisrael said with helpless honesty.

It laid the truth out in the open between them. He wanted to prove that he didn't have to bound her this time. This was what divided them, now he wanted her to make it up.

Something new knotted inside River as the air disappeared between them speck by speck. Each particle evanescing as she crossed to him.

When she reached him, she was aware of the shallowness of his breath. Sharing each other's air, watching the darkened eyes glimmer with magical malign.

The pearls were like the feathers of a swan, pure and it thawed and smoldered like wild nights spent on sheets of silk.

Her heaving breasts meshed with his hard chest as her warm palm slid over his nape, shackling him to her. Yisrael's body grew hard with tension and his rapid pulse dived for more, he grabbed her arms.

She let out a shaky breath at his cruel quaint pause.

His hands skimmed down, resting on her naked hips.

A curious frown settled on his face as he gazed her. "I have never felt the need to kiss anyone before yet you- I feel like I'll die if I don't with you."

Like shore kisses the sand, hunger clawed in River.

He felt the shifting illicit sensations as she used the power of both her legs to push off the ground and straddled his waist.

Her eyes reeked of demonic lust as her arms grasped his strong back, the taut line drawn down his brawn spine, a dent of destruction but it was an art of creation.

She still didn't move down to meet the lips because of the fine line of hesitation in him. He was constrained and he fought it with vulnerable power.

Her heat brushed up against the hard shaft blocked by his buckskin pants. She was conscious of it, making a decisive brush over him.

His hips jerked and his grip tightened like a strap around her waist. "You rouse me, female."

"I know." Another grind, his knee almost fell.

The moment was transforming and too much communication was rolling between them. It was suffocating and like the ash, it was toxic and pungent.

"Riv-" The growl was swallowed when their mouths collied. She slanted her mouth over his. She swiped the honeyed tongue over his lips until they parted with half gasp and half moan.

One beat. Two beat. Thre-

With a deep groan from his throat, he roughly plundered her scotch like mouth, tasting the danger and passion. He crushed her against the wall and grounded himself into her drenched crotch.

Their kiss wasn't summer rain. It didn't feel like the lovely monsoon wind that fluttered the ringlets of a lover's hair. It wasn't the wintry melting.

It was thunder declared, rippling and valley echoed hail.

It was regal. Like adamant golden chains locked and unbreakable.

Her muffled moan rose against his tongue as her nails bit onto his back. The pain was like flames, her taste was like the meat dipped into fire and he was willing to be scorched into cinders.

His fingers glided between them, to stroke her swollen flesh. Like the rain dropped from the sky, heavy and rough he petted her.

He kissed and nuzzled his way down her sensitive column, he was adrift in the sea of emerald eruptions.

"Let me take you to the end, River."