In His ArmsWhen he pinned my arms to the wall is when I knew I was subject to his desire. I could see it in his eyes, the raging fire of lust burning within him. I hated myself for bringing him to this. My heart would stop if it beat any faster. He pressed himself against me, a tight grip on my arms above me and bringing his face centimeters from mine. I didn't dare say anything, I had already said too much. He let go of one of my arms to put his hand in back of my neck. Craning my head up to face his, everything about him portrayed him as the master of this situation, just as he was. Oh, how I wanted this, despite what it meant to either of us. I couldIn His Arms
Eating OutHis beautiful mahogany irises filled with scarlet blood as his pupils dilated. His face was inches from mine as my eyes widened to the size of saucers. His soft but icy cold hand had a steely grip on mine. The fleshy part of my wrist was upward as he tilted his head slightly to kiss it. His lips were cold as they opened for a moist tongue to trace the veins close to my skin. He pulled me closer with the arm around my waist as his jaw widened and his lips closed on my skin. He bit down, his canines scraping skin off my wrist. I hissed from the sudden jolt of pain and felt the suction from his mouth as blood left my limp wrist.. He sEating Out
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