Over to Nekneeraj’s challenge this week
She raised her lips for his kiss, the heat warming her mouth and erupting in her heart.
His hands caressed her, slipping the flimsy chemise from her shoulder, laying bare her pale torso for his pleasure.
He drank her in, her eyes closing as she whimpered in submission.
She was his for the taking. Pure, innocent, mortal.
He offered her eternal life, or death.
She only had to tell him when to stop.