Dawnlark Plains 'salem's lot

fade here? <3

she was his, his, his; vuk closed her eyes tightly and braced against his movements. with each fierce rut of his pelvis against her hips, she felt the breath driven from her lungs and replaced with despair, even as her body tightened around his own with the approach of her own zenith. 

the skies opened up before her, and stars fell with their flame-tails, to burn her until she trembled within reek's arms and parted her lips in a faint cry, the intake of her breath a shudder that crooned out into a sob to accompany the fall of her wormwood tears, even as pleasure rippled through her slight body.

i am not his.