17. Killing me softly

'With sinful claws of darkness, he paints the world, full of blood and black.' - Bloodsongs.

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Aurora looked at him with a smile.

"You look just as terrible. Are you going to sleep with me?" She said and then bit her tongue as if she realized how it sounded.

He almost wanted to say yes, please. His body begged to touch her, to have her. As if she realized what she had said, the double entendre hidden in the words, she bit her lips, flushed a bright red and turned away from him.

He wanted to bite those lips. He wanted to taste her. His whole body was begging.

"That is an interesting invitation and I'd love to act upon it if you give more details." He smirked with a soft look on his eyes, and her flushed face and he laughed, even as desire pounded through his body, and she flushed further. So rosy, her cheeks, and his fingers itched to have a touch. Would they feel as soft as they looked?

She growled under her breath and threw a pillow at him, pulling him out of his thought