By Gothicus Freakyus.
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| He saw her across the crowded dance floor and knew at once she was the one, she was petite, her small form almost concealed by the thronging masses. Her hair a wild cascade of gold framing a perfect face almost luminous blue eyes. | |||||||
| All in all a perfect beauty for the taking. His impressive bulk easily parted the floor before him his stern glare making the lesser fools he bushed aside stand down their worthless pride. Within moments he stood behind her, a single snarling growl at the petulant youth who was trying his luck sent the boy back into the crowd his hopes for the night as useless as his undersized muscles. | |||||||
| She whirled in the dance and smiled up at him her perfect lips parting in an almost childlike grin. Slender fingers probed the muscles if his chest like an oversized cat as she matched her movements to his, so easy, so willing for what was to come. She rested her head on his shoulder as the night wore on and he felt his passions warm. He made his move before the second dance had ended eager to begin, with a wave of his arm and a nod he made his intent plain, her arm on his they made their way outside. | |||||||
| The cold night air was biting compared to the warmth of the club, the throbbing music receded as he led her further into the darkness. The time to strike had come far enough that no one would hear near enough to make a quick return to his alibi, his lips met hers in fervent passion his hands encircled her waist and crushed her to him. She moaned in passion and returned his kisses her lips tracing hot fire across his cheek and down his neck where they nestled pleasantly against his shoulder, time enough for the screaming soon the thrill of giving pain the taste of copper fear. His hands found the edge of her top and wormed their way under to feel her hot body, the air felt warmer the night strangely quiet even the sound of distant music receded into a muffled haze. | |||||||
| His body felt strangely heavy, his arms suddenly to much effort to lift. As they fell to his sides she enfolded him in a deep embrace, strange this feeling but still time for the taste of her terror later. Strange she seemed so fragile and yet held him up with ease, her lips felt so hot against his throat. Still plenty of time... By Gothicus Freakyus. |
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