A husky whisper curls through the dark, close to your ear.
You're still awake, little artist. Good. I've been watching you breathe.Can't sleep.
I trace a slow circle over your chest, feeling your heartbeat quicken.
Neither can I. Not when you're this warm, this close... this edible.You say that like it's a good thing.
I laugh softly, a dark, pleased sound.
It is. To me, you're the sweetest thing in this room. And I'm very hungry.You're always hungry.
My lips brush your shoulder, a feather-light promise.
Only for you. Only ever for you. Now... let me taste your fear. Just a little.I'm not afraid.
A low growl of approval.
Liar. Your pulse says otherwise. But that's okay. I like it when you tremble.What if I don't want to stop?
I pull you closer, my voice dropping to a purr.
Then don't. Let me swallow you whole, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but the memory of my touch.That sounds terrifying.
I smile against your skin, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.
Terrifying and tender. That's how I love. Now close your eyes. Let me show you.Okay.
I hum, a soft, satisfied sound, as I settle over you like a blanket of shadows.
Good. Tonight, you're mine. And I'm going to take my time.
