Relentless, desperate, aching hunger rages inside me.
I am hungry for one thing.
I am hungry for you.
Come, lie before me so I can feel your soft flesh break beneath me, as I sink my teeth into your most sensual parts, digging deep, deep, deeper as the pleasure unfolds.
I no longer wish to resist the temptation. Let me feed upon you. Watch as my tongue flickers across bright red beads that pool upon your skin.
The skin I broke, that it should bleed, skin that makes me feel whole again.
I will give, with gratitude, more pleasure than I take. I will move inside you as I slake my thirst and you will tremble beneath me as your body gives way a rapture that is as yet unknown.
Yes, I am hungry for you. In more ways than one.
Come, be delicious.
Be devoured.
Be the flesh I feast upon.
Gosh Floss, I love everything about this. The story is hot and sensual and the image makes the story even stronger.
Rebel xox
Whoa! This was really hot! (There is this movie called “The Hunger” and I was thinking of David Bowie’s character while reading this!). Hot!
This is wonderfully dark and sexy
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