Page 54 of The Darkness is Calling
Over a simple cut, she does not hesitate to show me that she cares.
She is perfect for us.
Yes. She truly is.
“Are you alright?” she asks when she sees me staring, as she turns on the water.
But she lets it run, waiting for me to react.
“Artem?”
I slowly lift my bleeding hand and run my finger over her lower lip, smearing it with my blood.
The image is divine.
Through her parted lips, warm air caresses my skin like the kiss I am desperately seeking.
“Are you going to stop me?” I whisper, my finger still against her lip.
But when she brushes the very tip of her tongue over it, something cracks inside the wall of my resistance.
“Yes,” she says softly, her voice broken.
But she doesn’t.
The air becomes harder for me to breathe too, while the voices scream and desperately seek release.
Do it
!
Do it
!
“How?” I ask, continuing to smear my blood across her skin.
“I don’t know...”
I should walk away from her.
I should step under another stream of cold water. Alone.
But my control is standing on unstable ground, stealing every thought I possess. Everything I want in this moment, I need to have.
And she does not stop me when I slowly push my finger between her lips, which she parts just enough for me to feel her warm tongue.
She tries to close her lips around the cut, but in my mind, the image unfolds differently.
“No,” I command her softly, stopping her. “I don’t want you to suck it. Stick out your tongue.”
The voices purr with pleasure when she does exactly what I tell her, whispering just as softly that she is ours.
Yes
!
Yes
