Skin as delicate as satin. Warm and smooth. Slick with sweat. A blank canvas ready for colour.
Muscles bulge and strain against the bonds. But you will not be going anywhere. Even if leather and steel were to fail; I would not.
The scent; A drug. Hot and begging. Speaking volumes without saying anything. A taste of divine emotion and base instinct.
Haggard breaths. A pulse of discordant melodies. The drum beat echos in my ears so sweetly.
You wait in anticipation for that touch. My touch. A caress to put the devil to shame. A rapture stronger than ecstasy.
A gentle raking of the skin to begin, but intensity will increase. Talons poising to maul.
Then pointed teeth pressing into exposed flesh. A bite sharper than a thousand blades.
By tooth and by claw, blood will flow. The hunger must be sated.
For despite casual appearance; I am built to savage.
And everything I touch turns to red.