≡ if i beg if i plead

"you entice me," lucrecia whispers in a gentle, soothing purr - her voice, sweet and tender; caressive in their innate, female sensuality. thirsting for his malicious esurience; his wicked, amoral resolve?his touch, his warmth, and their burning ardor; to bathe the contours of her delicate flesh in the oceans of his pestilential lust. to pull his sinewy body above hers; so powerful and deliciously masculine; where she may see his face contorting with intense pleasure, groaning into her hips with unbridled and passionate ecstasy. she whispers, in all the sadistic glorification to taste his violence, dig her nails into his soul, make him hers. to feel him writhing beneath her skin and flesh laden in sweet desire. his primitive lust. his hatred, the pain and self-destructive lacerations he has endured, relished for eternity, in the ache of his moral coil. "you frighten me," she murmurs again, seething playfully; her lips curving into a lush, and radiantly angelic expression; serenading in a voice so mesmeric, and lascivious, she all but begged for him to devour her. fruits of sin. roses of carnal surrender. she smelled of such beautiful, deadly enticements?a vessel of supreme desire, consummate intoxication. her perfume glistened raw with animalistic love and heated allure. it beckoned and whispered, it offered the sweetest of primal temptations.


secretively, she finds his stoic demeanor insanely irresistible; his heartlessness, demonic, as he stared at her in a manner so vexatious, disturbing. fear, o, how the wretched anomaly clung desperately to her hourglass figure; a shiver, unseen, as lucrecia anticipates in her graceful nervousness. she had never met a being so destitute of emotions; devoid, as though he were an emptied chalice, and she, the blood to be poured?the lamb and virgin sacrificed in his satanic resurrections. "and yet, in my fear; i want you." o, how i desperately want you.