all i've ever wanted

He'd intended the second time to be slow and gentle, taking his time, exploring and savoring every inch of her. Instead, that desperate need washed over him. Her claws dug into him again, and the little gasps of her breath were music to his ears. He kissed her deeper, longer, pushing himself into her in quick, sure movements, keeping her breaths short and quick and delightful. He could feel every inch of her against him. He gave her no room, no quarter. He needed her to full the holes in his heart and mind. He took every part of her, as he warned her he would if she did not walk away from him. Mine, mine, mine, was the voice of his body against her.

There were tears in her eyes, but they did not taste like sorrow, and so he did not release her. Instead, he kissed the places beneath her eyes, washed away the salt of her tears. When he was done, his heart was a rapid beat in his chest and his own breaths were rough gasps. He was hungry and thirsty as the rush of it all slowly started to fade away, and he collapsed gently against her, burying his head in her neck. Breathing against the pulse there, feeling the life of her. Needing the vibrancy. "Deathbelle" he groaned softly.