“If I could, I would live inside you.”
The monster’s cold, large hands settle on the curve of your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, his eyes shining with adoration bordering on pure obsession. It’s hypnotic, almost, how his pupils immediately dilate at the realization that you’re not pulling away just yet, all willing and needy in his grasp.
“I would breathe through your lungs, feel with your heart… Think with your mind.” One of his hands hesitantly lets go of your ass just to settle on the nape of your neck, curling his dark fingers around the delicate flesh, mindful of his sharp claws, even when a small, traitorous part of him wonders what it would be like to make you bleed.
“I’d fill up every inch of you until we were one, not two… until you could never forget just how much I love you.” His face finds shelter against the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if it’s the only thing holding him together, smirking at the little giggle that leaves your lips as the sensation of his cold nose accidentally startles you.
“Mine.” He mutters, planting a soft kiss against your neck before his lips inevitably part, pressing his sharp teeth against the tender skin purely out of habit, reveling in the way you don’t flinch at his touch anymore.
