sweetest submission- drinking it in...

There was nothing in the air but the scents of two wolves and the husky, yet melodic lyrics of a man suspending above her. His luscious lips pulled back to show amusement and projected a pair of devils in his twin pools of molten rose. By God... Surely he must have been sent from Heaven, for nothing so beautiful could have crawled out the pits of despair evil calls home. And even if he was, she would still view him as a divine being radiating pure, masculine power.

"I believe I am..." she said simply. Kalliste could feel nothing. She was numb, and perhaps this Angel was sent to claim her. "Am I... Dead?" She spoke once more, gazing at him with hooded eyes and parted jaws; the woman was in a daze. Nothing would make her happier than to allow her departed soul to leave the mortal world.