12-26-2017, 06:15 PM
Aria watched as Dane yanked the sword from the body. He was covered in blood. The memories of their first time raced through her mind. The darkness evolved since then. Her life had changed and she'd thought never to see Dane again like this.
The power drained away from Dane and his calmness returned and Aria felt the conflict boiling inside. The decision he was playing with churned with his dark emotions. His lips pressed to hers and she felt nothing but him. Nothing but the darkness. The last dredges of her existences faded away. The plight for the Regus gone on wings of bliss. Her friends and colleagues who were scattered to the winds upon his demise shunned by the masses and exonerated by others. All of it gone with one hard kiss by the first man to touch her - to make her his and want it.
Coiled in her hair his hands pulled and she moved with him. His hands torn at her clothes. They were soft against her skin, the contrast to his action. The leather on the hilt of the sword rubbed against her shoulder and Dane ripped through the clothes.
Aria was lost in Dane. Lost to the power he had over her and the darkness that swelled up inside. It encompassed her and she shared the passion with Dane, the darkness and the love mingled as their hands found skin. Aria didn't know where one person ended and the other began.
The power drained away from Dane and his calmness returned and Aria felt the conflict boiling inside. The decision he was playing with churned with his dark emotions. His lips pressed to hers and she felt nothing but him. Nothing but the darkness. The last dredges of her existences faded away. The plight for the Regus gone on wings of bliss. Her friends and colleagues who were scattered to the winds upon his demise shunned by the masses and exonerated by others. All of it gone with one hard kiss by the first man to touch her - to make her his and want it.
Coiled in her hair his hands pulled and she moved with him. His hands torn at her clothes. They were soft against her skin, the contrast to his action. The leather on the hilt of the sword rubbed against her shoulder and Dane ripped through the clothes.
Aria was lost in Dane. Lost to the power he had over her and the darkness that swelled up inside. It encompassed her and she shared the passion with Dane, the darkness and the love mingled as their hands found skin. Aria didn't know where one person ended and the other began.