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Taken
As I bent over I could feel his breath travel down my neck. It tasted of mist on my skin. His arms wrapped tenderly around me, claiming me for his own. I flinched on contact with his touch. Chuckling under his breath he pressed his lips to my head. "I can't believe I'm doing this." I shuddered. It was barely a whisper but I knew he heard me. It scared me but I had to do it. I leaned back, stretching my neck as his eyes met mine. They were blood red. But I knew he loved me so I was prepared. Slowly his cold stone lips came down on my throat. I tightened, waiting for the pain. Gracefully, as if done many times before, his teeth felt my skin. Then with swift quickness, I was his. That's when the flame over took me.
 Beatbuyredd · Sun Nov 22, 2009 @ 03:15am · 0 Comments |
