"Men of my time rarely do anything nice." She uttered with an amused sigh.
Should he ever grow more curious and ask, Maria, trusted him enough with some of her secrets, though others were best left alone... For everyone's sake. It was good that Max understood what she was, what she was capable of, though she wanted him to know that she was less of a creature than those who drink blood in his world. The Vileblood's never turned with their bites, the sun didn't harm them, nor holy words or water. No, they were more human than you'd think. Well, the noble ones like Lady Maria were at least.
Maria hummed out a pleasing sound at his comment. So, he was happy to let her drink from him? That was as much consent as she needed to hear.
The way he looked at her, drinking the wine from her the chalice of her chest, filled Maria with a sensation that thrilled her right down to her core. His eyes, captivating and bright, full of life and lust, she'd not been looked at like this in some time. Not truly. And as he charmed his way back into her lips, Maria wrapped those slender, pale arms of hers around his neck, pulling him closer until their naked bodies pressed in snug, like jigsaw pieces lining up. His flesh so warm and full of life, against hers, cold and trapped in time. The shadow they cast on the floor behind him, melting into one.
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Date: 2021-05-20 05:27 pm (UTC)Should he ever grow more curious and ask, Maria, trusted him enough with some of her secrets, though others were best left alone... For everyone's sake. It was good that Max understood what she was, what she was capable of, though she wanted him to know that she was less of a creature than those who drink blood in his world. The Vileblood's never turned with their bites, the sun didn't harm them, nor holy words or water. No, they were more human than you'd think. Well, the noble ones like Lady Maria were at least.
Maria hummed out a pleasing sound at his comment. So, he was happy to let her drink from him? That was as much consent as she needed to hear.
The way he looked at her, drinking the wine from her the chalice of her chest, filled Maria with a sensation that thrilled her right down to her core. His eyes, captivating and bright, full of life and lust, she'd not been looked at like this in some time. Not truly. And as he charmed his way back into her lips, Maria wrapped those slender, pale arms of hers around his neck, pulling him closer until their naked bodies pressed in snug, like jigsaw pieces lining up. His flesh so warm and full of life, against hers, cold and trapped in time. The shadow they cast on the floor behind him, melting into one.