Haunted Wood Catatonic

Everything was falling into place, and she let herself be pulled into his grasp time and time again. She didn't recall how many times she'd let herself go and didn't think he remembered either. Everything was a blur of pleasure and subtle, welcome pain.

When he at last stopped and she was left, gasping and tired, completely smothered in his scent. She'd have to find somewhere to bath before returning to her first lover.
His mouth came close, his voice tingling down her body.
He claimed she had no hold on him.
But I do, dearest Vengeance.

​She only smiled sweetly, letting herself chuckle softly.
"Of course it doesn't, warlord." 
The more he fights it, the harder it brings him in. He stepped from her and she let herself lay, watching him. Her eyes watching him like prey, her mouth twisted into a sweet smile.
 Serpent.
Then she got up and was gone.