10-07-2018, 09:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-07-2018, 11:39 PM by Marcus DuBois.)
He relished her smiles, when they came. His lips on hers, salty sweet, the sharp iron tang lingering on the back of his tongue.
He embraced the emotion, all of it, the weakness of vulnerability and the pleasure of control, the pain of solitude and the joy of connection.
Not Malik. He was not Malik at this moment even as Malik whispered in his ear, ever the voyeur, watching from behind.
And Marcus felt....dirty. The innocense before him called to him. Even as he entered her he wanted to posses her, to bring her into his soul. Malik hissed and Marcus felt his betrayal, venom in his heart.
Her lips bit at his as she smiled, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, sharp fingers wrapped tight around his triceps. Pure. Clean.
And Marcus felt ash on his tongue. And Malik seethed in the background.
He embraced the emotion, all of it, the weakness of vulnerability and the pleasure of control, the pain of solitude and the joy of connection.
Not Malik. He was not Malik at this moment even as Malik whispered in his ear, ever the voyeur, watching from behind.
And Marcus felt....dirty. The innocense before him called to him. Even as he entered her he wanted to posses her, to bring her into his soul. Malik hissed and Marcus felt his betrayal, venom in his heart.
Her lips bit at his as she smiled, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, sharp fingers wrapped tight around his triceps. Pure. Clean.
And Marcus felt ash on his tongue. And Malik seethed in the background.