Her Stalker
"Eww, Brixton. Did you really just lick my blood?"
I nod and crash my mouth down on hers, slipping my bloody tongue between her lips, forcing her to own blood into her mouth as I kiss her possessively. Of course, she tries to pull her mouth away from mine and push me off of her, but as always, I dominate her and gain control, forcing her down and giving her the kiss that she doesn't want. The warm metallic taste coats her tongue as it leaves mine, our spit turning pink as it smears across our lips from the frantic wildness of the kiss. When I do finally let her up, she pushes her hands against my chest in outrage and flies off the bed, frantically searching for her clothes.
"You are fucking