THE BEAUTY BIT THE BAIT OF THE BEAST. Yet, it was the monster in him that wished to do this, his self-indulgence riddling his bones as his desire for her showed for once. He had been accustomed to her teasing as years went by, used to her coy words to win over his decision, but this time it was he who tempted fate. The way he wanted to dive deep into her, and by the closest way was through those heavenly lips. [ she is as close to heaven as he will ever get, that sense of peace that he ached for. ] Her touch on him made him feel alive, made him briefly forget what his vow was so long ago. For that moment, the world was silenced, and all that he could hear was her pulse. She looked beautiful, divine, and all things that a sinner should not be allowed to descend upon. Yet, he was a selfish thing, wanting her for himself in all aspects. This was why he was doing all against Aizen, to gain what was stolen from her and, as a result, his.
She was breathtaking, the way her pout turned to an intense flush. He had never seen her behave in such a way, perhaps as children, yes, but never as beautifully as right now. She held herself so well, and now she was falling into the same temptation that the Snake promised Eve. Will she take the bite? Will she use her holy mouth to coax his sinner's maw open? [ the need to know was answered, and to his delight. ] His own blood feels heavy, rushing and flowing as it pulses beneath him. Rangiku — Her name swims in his mind as he moves to tilt his head. He was taken under by her, and now needed to taste what he needed for so long.
His lips moved against hers, his hand on her tender and sweet, but with a slight pressure placed to encourage her to move her lips with his. By Gods, they felt something tender, something like the softness of ripe flesh. She was all he imagined and more, for there was a need to pull her into his arms. [ engulf her whole, make her wholly his before he departs for so long. ] His decision was chosen by his inner instinct, slowly and gently coiling around her form as his lips parted hers so she could enjoy the drink of the forbidden fruit.
— Driven mad, his love for her hidden for so long, was briefly shown on a night that would be remembered, the night he fell for his own temptation and her softness.