Embraced in Passion's Kiss

Embraced in passion’s kiss; hot, moist, and enflaming; they searched for something missing, lost deep within themselves, in each other. Both lost, in a wave of turbulent emotion for her, raw need for him. She will feel with emotions as he feels with his body, his hands, the differences ever existent as they seek, search and feel for what is missing, hoping to make themselves whole, by filling up with each other. She needs words, he needs touches, caresses to bring him over the edge, and she doesn’t seem as concerned with “la petite morte”, the little death. If only she knew why he was so hypnotic, enticing the need of her body, she stops thinking becoming lost in his eyes, his touch burns her with urgent need, and she has become soft, pliable like putty in his hands. He pulls her in, extremely close, squeezing almost hard enough to crush her. She feels as if he is trying to pull her inside him. Unnoticed by her he changes, becomes pale amongst other changes in his person. He can feel her heartbeat; see her pulse just beneath her translucent white skin. She needs him to continue, to take her somewhere she has never been before. He emits a soft growl, raw and bestial as his teeth pierce the tender flesh of her neck, her once closed eyes fly open, shocked at the sensation, and then they once again flutter closed. He has her, she is his, he feels the fight leaving her, entering him as he drains her essence her life-force, should he stop? She is beautiful, should he leave her to come back to, the third time the charm. She would be with him forever, as long as time exists. Would she want to come? Who was he to not ask her? She was so close to crossing over, now was the time. He releases her, so cold. As he lays her back, he now feels, emotions, feelings. He splits his wrist and puts it to her mouth, what was taken now partially returned. He fixes her hair and kisses her forehead as he knows the choice is made. He leaves swiftly, remorseful for the choices he has made for her, because of her.