WRAP IT AROUND ME LIKE A SHEET

For the first time in his presence, she is afraid. The fear seeps from the core of her being, as she verbalizes the permission- the freedom he can have to take her. She can't help but be afraid, hadn't she been defiled? Made into a victim, a joke? He shifts, and she shifts slightly, staring up at him as he looms over her. Her eyes widen slightly, and her breath hitches deep within her lungs. Heartbeat racing, pumping blood and endorphin's frantically through her body. If she's going to change her mind and deny him- it has to be now. She turns her head, glancing away- and feels his tongue on the nape of her neck. If she was going to deny him- that thought was long gone, the moment he touches her. A slight whine peels from her jaws, an instinctive sound of need. She needs him. He speaks her name and she looks up at him, wondering in the fear she feels reflects in her eyes- or would he only see desire. "Faust." She whispers, her voice hoarse- broken, catching in the confines of her throat. She swallows, her violet eyes refusing to leave his form.