I'm still yearning for your touch

His gentle nips and kissed only fueled her fire. A moan reverberated in her chest, a shiver traveling down her spine as she leaned into her brothers touch. The world had slowed down, nothing else matter. One night that would be forever imprinted in her mind. She didn't know what had caused such a drastic change in her brother, it would forever be a mystery. All she knew was she liked it. She was growing impatient.

She continued to press herself into him, her nips becoming insistent, encouraging, no demanding him to play. The arousal that coursed through her veins was nearly unbearable. Her skin burned for his touch, the feel of his pelt mingling with her own.

She would go willing tonight, there was no desire to sink her fangs into him, to fight him every step of the way, exploiting his weaknesses. For once she would present herself willing to him, her teasing coming to an end as she desires nothing more than to feel him pressed against her back. Her features flooded with raw lust, her body screaming fuck me now.

Gone was the desire to understand her brothers mood swings, to taunt him relentlessly, to play with fire. Her needs primal, there was no fighting them, her only choice to give in. Gone was the heartless murder, leaving only his sister. The sister she would have been had the pair not introduced themselves to the blood of their own, had their inner demons not been unleashed. His sister the crumbled beneath his gentle touch, that yearned to please him. And it would all be gone by the time the sun rose, shedding light on their past once more, bringing out the devil and his mistress to play once more.

"speech"