≡ my heartbeat to your lies

"i am never alone, no," she licks her lips, purring passively, a soothing, gentle crescendo; allured by their deviant prowess and fleshly warmth; pressing the curve of her hot fangs against her narrowing jaws - her tongue, lithe and damp, slithering in a delicate, and seething gesture. she whispers and bathes, her voice ravenous and smoldering, as they wrap their sensual fatigue in mysterious elation. lucrecia, in her morose and brooding demeanor?sighing, and full of coquettish provocation. her voice were always soft, deceptively tender. sweet and immaculate, as the seconds?hours?dripped with all the promise of female carnality. lucrecia's eyes, how they burned in violet and lavender waves; caress those sublime features, of the svelte and flaxen-haired woman. touching her porcelain cheekbone in an amorous motion, tracing brinshana's elegant collarbone with all the ardor of a starving vampire.

"i am perfectly satisfied, in my desolation," lucrecia leans closer, whispering in a hiss of affectionate contentment. feeling the cold rain as it touched her body; moistening her golden curls in heavy, silken layers that cascaded along her willowy shoulder-blades. her lips smirk, playful and apathetically cruel; their curve, lush and beautiful - laced in venom and morphine; conniving, unreadable as stone. she, so full of life and hunger, yet pulsed as one with the wicked and dying.