#aemann

I wanted to hear her warm voice, the passion which seemed to flow through her every movement, her every word. She was life in a way I hadn’t seen before. So many humans thought that to be alive meant to do reckless things, to take great risks and chances: ‘living,’ they called it. But this woman with her delicious curves and strikingly bright brown eyes, she was comfort. She wasn’t risk, she wasn’t the edge I walked over and over again. She was routine, family, home.

His gaze burned against my skin like a supernova, spurring me on, his tongue flicking out over his lips. . . We were so close. I wanted to know how those soft lips felt against mine and against other places. I held on tighter to his waist and flipped us over, so I was on top of him, leaning down over his face, inches from that beautiful mouth, which was somehow even more beautiful with my blood covering it. I wanted him to be covered in me, marking him.