Foot of The Cross
09-05-2013, 09:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-05-2013, 09:17 AM by Karmen.)
Perhaps he embodied a different different sin. Even though Karmen was carnal and sinister in her own feminine ways, her body screamed sinful intentions. The way she moved, reminiscent of succubi, and the way her words fell off her tongue like molten venom. He was something else - just as evil, perhaps even more twisted than she intended, but his emerald eyes were so entrancing, and he was so deliciously muscular and coloured. How could Karmen derail herself from him? She was internally pitching a fit: when didn't Karmen get her way? Every female fiber in her body craved him, every demanding molecule that constructed her flawless genetic makeup was protesting as he refused to come after her. It was tedious and it was exhausting. If it wasn't for his immaculate complexion and immoral genes, she would have left long ago. This was an opportunity that many men did not even had the chance to experience, she only lingered in their dreams, on their skin like fire. But this man dusted her off, thoughtlessly blew her out like a candle. And she did not appreciate it. She paused, just a few footfalls out of reach, turning her chin over her shoulder to gaze at him. A faint hint of a sneer touched her lips, but minus that her face was lackluster and void of emotion. No, not a mere King. I deserve to dine with a God. talking to you |
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