Teeth skimming flesh.
Fingers stoking breasts.
Skin coated in blood.
Writhing, sliding and rippling bodies. Aggressive thrusts meeting desperate sighs, both working towards a completion sublime. A gasp, a sharp cry and a demand for more. I gentle suck that steadily increased, and a wine that tasted divine.
A bloodlust hallowed with a need for more. A letting of passion, but a consummation of hate. Hands shackling wrists as the thrusts became deeper. Potency personified with each perfect pull. A thirst sated on a roar. A body consumed on a scream. Tied together by two unwavering constants.
Life and death.
