02-06-2014, 12:11 PM
"Virtuoso? You?"
The ridiculous notion of Hood's virtue twinkled across her skin. What a merry image it was. Somewhere deep and dark in his psyche, perhaps dwelled the hope of virtue, but Spectra would wrinkle and gray before she ever witnessed such the violent birth of his morality. The creature that twined his arms around her and hummed approving groans in her ear was no more virtuous than herself. Their mutual ethical indifference bred the understanding between them that was the foundation of the present reunion. The reminder that a man could be as cold as ice sizzled her desire all the hotter. It panted steam in her lungs that parted lips simply could not resist the touch of his another moment. He turned her to face him again like he read her mind.
Whatever patience he had, she did not share. Her kiss was greedy and restless, and her tongue craved to twine with his. The blur of minutes strung themselves vulnerable and Spectra grew increasingly more covetous. By the time his patience reached its zenith, she willingly and voraciously gave in to his possessiveness.
All at once, his resistance dissolved, and he gathered her with sudden decisiveness. She curled an arm around his neck, utterly surprised at what might appear on the surface as intimacy of the romantic sort. She was no blushing bride about to be deflowered, and talk of a bed threatened to wilt the anticipation building ever since the raspberry. For a woman of such great passion, worry ignited quickly, and she looked over his face for signs of carnality, but instead saw something far more tender. She was completely ignorant of what to make of the revelation, but her stilled-heartbeat returned all the wilder simply acknowledging his growing fetish. Lips curled into a villainous smile, she placed them against the heat of his neck and tangled the claws of her nails into his scalp.
Then he paused. She was promptly returned to her feet. Confusion was quickly followed by disbelief when he lunged aside. The flush of her heartbeat suddenly ran her blood cold when she realized he went for his pistol.
Four years ago she would have obeyed, but no flash of red signaled her flight. She did pull back, but it was with a hand curled about the jut of her hip and an obsessive glower that flashed her eyes wide.
For a brief moment, she relinquished herself to the light and drank in the river that flowed through her body as a result. Sensations she’d forgotten flooded her mind. Every strap of her garter dug into her thighs, and the pinch of lace rippled across sensitive flesh. A cacophony of sound followed. Metal scratching at metal drummed her ears. Her eyes were locked ravishment upon Hood. A deep breath strained the contours of a bared chest that seconds before was pressed flat to hers. The lunge for the pistol strained sinew in his forearms as it had when he pulled her into the chair.
Spectra bit into her bottom lip to contain her exhilaration. Rhapsody spun fatal threads about the air between them on instinct rather than conscious will, and she waited to unleash it on what was about to burst in, but not before giving Hood a chance to show off his art first.
The ridiculous notion of Hood's virtue twinkled across her skin. What a merry image it was. Somewhere deep and dark in his psyche, perhaps dwelled the hope of virtue, but Spectra would wrinkle and gray before she ever witnessed such the violent birth of his morality. The creature that twined his arms around her and hummed approving groans in her ear was no more virtuous than herself. Their mutual ethical indifference bred the understanding between them that was the foundation of the present reunion. The reminder that a man could be as cold as ice sizzled her desire all the hotter. It panted steam in her lungs that parted lips simply could not resist the touch of his another moment. He turned her to face him again like he read her mind.
Whatever patience he had, she did not share. Her kiss was greedy and restless, and her tongue craved to twine with his. The blur of minutes strung themselves vulnerable and Spectra grew increasingly more covetous. By the time his patience reached its zenith, she willingly and voraciously gave in to his possessiveness.
All at once, his resistance dissolved, and he gathered her with sudden decisiveness. She curled an arm around his neck, utterly surprised at what might appear on the surface as intimacy of the romantic sort. She was no blushing bride about to be deflowered, and talk of a bed threatened to wilt the anticipation building ever since the raspberry. For a woman of such great passion, worry ignited quickly, and she looked over his face for signs of carnality, but instead saw something far more tender. She was completely ignorant of what to make of the revelation, but her stilled-heartbeat returned all the wilder simply acknowledging his growing fetish. Lips curled into a villainous smile, she placed them against the heat of his neck and tangled the claws of her nails into his scalp.
Then he paused. She was promptly returned to her feet. Confusion was quickly followed by disbelief when he lunged aside. The flush of her heartbeat suddenly ran her blood cold when she realized he went for his pistol.
Four years ago she would have obeyed, but no flash of red signaled her flight. She did pull back, but it was with a hand curled about the jut of her hip and an obsessive glower that flashed her eyes wide.
For a brief moment, she relinquished herself to the light and drank in the river that flowed through her body as a result. Sensations she’d forgotten flooded her mind. Every strap of her garter dug into her thighs, and the pinch of lace rippled across sensitive flesh. A cacophony of sound followed. Metal scratching at metal drummed her ears. Her eyes were locked ravishment upon Hood. A deep breath strained the contours of a bared chest that seconds before was pressed flat to hers. The lunge for the pistol strained sinew in his forearms as it had when he pulled her into the chair.
Spectra bit into her bottom lip to contain her exhilaration. Rhapsody spun fatal threads about the air between them on instinct rather than conscious will, and she waited to unleash it on what was about to burst in, but not before giving Hood a chance to show off his art first.