Thy Kingdom Come

// She relaxed in his grip, giving total satisfaction to the psychotic male who held his teeth over her most vunerable body part. Growling with his satisfaction, Reaper released her throat and lay his form over hers so that the might feel the strength of his body against her. It was part need to comfort and need to possess that made him cover her, his rough tongue gliding over her face before he nibbled along her cheek. Then, just as soon as the affection started, Reaper stood, listening as she gave her name and called him Master. Chills spread over his form, hackles rising for the first time since their initial interaction. Oh, he liked that, he would demand it from her to always call him master, as soon as he could properly think. My Chroma, I am Reaper. You are safe. His dark green gaze looked over her face, leaning over to catch the aquamarine of her eyes. No harm would ever come to her with him around, and she would never know an affection as rare and special as his. Chroma would learn him, as he would learn her, but there would never be a question of who was the dominant one. As he kept her there on her back, he curled himself over her and nibbled along the bottom of her painted jaw. Her beauty held him captivated and he sought to gently nip and play in the monochrome beauty of her. His personal plaything was simply so wonderful and smart! He was actually in a rare mood, one that could only be described as temporary contentment. Things were going his way, just the way he liked them to.

Reaper speaks, Your words, Walk, Think, Salem talks,