Bloodied and Broken

Perhaps in death he might find some kind of solace. He had found no comfort here on this earth, but still he would hang on to life until his beating heart was ripped from his chest. A slight smirk tugged at his lips as he felt her warmth as they drew closer. He felt a shiver run up his back as he nipped at the skin of her neck. He knew Cataleya thrived not only on power, but on controlling those that needed her, and he knew he could fuel not just her wrath but also her desire just as she could his.


She did not flinch at the precarious position he'd placed her in, and he slid his jaws open slightly to grasp more deeply at her throat. Basilisk had no desire to kill her, and though his tough was firm, it was not quite rough.
"Does he satisfy you?" he asked abruptly after a moment, truly curious as he pulled away from her to watch her with his vibrant amethyst gaze. "I can feel your desire.. my Queen." Why she had even begun a relationship with Kylar, he didn't know, nor did he really care. But the growl that left her throat was heavy with lust and he found himself suddenly wanting to satisfy whatever it was that she wanted. "Or am I mistaken?" Deep tones were laced with a soft growl as his tongue lashed out over his fangs, eying her with obvious hunger in his stare.