PAPERCUT

He seemed to be a demon of some sort, desiring her body in a way that she was comfortable giving. However, part of her was almost alarmed. His head rested near her stomach, and part of her wondered if he wished to rip into her and eat her alive. Perhaps if she wasn?t so important now she might have let him; it would be a suitable way to go. Torn apart by the ecstasy of another, locked in a passionate embrace of a temporary lover who would find her forgettable in a while. And yet she did not let herself fantasize; with Jupiter and Amenti both binding her to life, she could not be quite so reckless.
He spoke in rough German, a language she always found commanding, and she wondered if he might wish to command her. ? Welche not wollen sie bewirken?? (what distress do you wish to cause?) she asked him, hoping to pivot her hips so that he would sit directly behind her. Her head turned to her left, eyes peering at him, hooded with sultry lids and a seductive glint. She was beckoning him, take what you want. He was so bold to profess his desires, but she never minded those who were bold. She could be equally bold given the situation. ?Tun, was sie wollen, liebe, ich bitte sie nur, lassen sie mich in der lage, mich zu verteidigen,? (do what you wish, love, I only ask you leave me able to defend myself) she hissed. He could make her bleed, he could make her hurt, but she would not let him break her. Bruises and bite marks were one thing, organs and bones another.