TieMeTightly
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The euphoria rather suddenly swept over her as he pulled her from the wall, realizing immediately that he was looking to see not only his handiwork, but that handiwork disappear. She felt somewhat dizzied, oddly warm as he turned her back to face him.
Eva couldn't quite focus, though did manage to nearly laugh as he said that he liked her. The way that he said it almost sounded like an admission of a school boy to his crush to her ears and the fact that he believed she reciprocated the feeling was enough to nearly make her giggle.
Of course when the sound left her lips she felt his fingers curl around her chin and she seemed to realize that..giggling..wasn't' something that she normally did. Hell, she didn't even really know the last time she laughed - especially since all of this had been going on.
She wasn't really looking at him as he spoke to her - not at his eyes anyway, her own instead focused on his lips, watching them as they moved as though she was trying to read them more than listen to him, though the sound of her voice was rather suddenly soothing.
Her heart was pounding, each word he spoke to her echoing in her head, her body feeling as though it was on fire.
For the first time since he had kept her in Franks house she found herself with free hands. Eva lifted a hand cautiously, seeing that any ark she had created by struggling was gone. Her fingers touched his chest first, the cool skin feeling cold against her touch, though her own body felt incredibly warm, moreso than it should.
She looked up to focus on his eyes then, though there seemed to be something else there. Everything was intensified - every touch, every word. She understood now why Frank had become addicted,..why there were entire clubs dedicated to this addiction, why blood was sold in vials to addicts. It was a drug.
"Just stop talking for a second.."
It was almost like there was too much happening at one time and she couldn't really comprehend it all. Her breathing was somewhat uneven, but she could already tell that whatever his blood was doing to her was starting to fade - and she actually wanted to feel how it would be for him to fuck her pussy while she was still in a state that she didn't think was normal for her at all.
"I want you to fuck me in my pussy.." She dragged her fingers down his chest before removing her hand completely after realizing that she had been touching him in a way that was almost in fondness, her gaze hardening somewhat as though her she didn't really even understand why she had just said that to him.
Again her gaze lifted as though in confusion with her own actions, her brows knitting in frustration with herself. She actually wanted to tell him that she wanted more blood, but she was terrified that if she fed into that want it would become more dangerous than helpful.
Eva couldn't quite focus, though did manage to nearly laugh as he said that he liked her. The way that he said it almost sounded like an admission of a school boy to his crush to her ears and the fact that he believed she reciprocated the feeling was enough to nearly make her giggle.
Of course when the sound left her lips she felt his fingers curl around her chin and she seemed to realize that..giggling..wasn't' something that she normally did. Hell, she didn't even really know the last time she laughed - especially since all of this had been going on.
She wasn't really looking at him as he spoke to her - not at his eyes anyway, her own instead focused on his lips, watching them as they moved as though she was trying to read them more than listen to him, though the sound of her voice was rather suddenly soothing.
Her heart was pounding, each word he spoke to her echoing in her head, her body feeling as though it was on fire.
For the first time since he had kept her in Franks house she found herself with free hands. Eva lifted a hand cautiously, seeing that any ark she had created by struggling was gone. Her fingers touched his chest first, the cool skin feeling cold against her touch, though her own body felt incredibly warm, moreso than it should.
She looked up to focus on his eyes then, though there seemed to be something else there. Everything was intensified - every touch, every word. She understood now why Frank had become addicted,..why there were entire clubs dedicated to this addiction, why blood was sold in vials to addicts. It was a drug.
"Just stop talking for a second.."
It was almost like there was too much happening at one time and she couldn't really comprehend it all. Her breathing was somewhat uneven, but she could already tell that whatever his blood was doing to her was starting to fade - and she actually wanted to feel how it would be for him to fuck her pussy while she was still in a state that she didn't think was normal for her at all.
"I want you to fuck me in my pussy.." She dragged her fingers down his chest before removing her hand completely after realizing that she had been touching him in a way that was almost in fondness, her gaze hardening somewhat as though her she didn't really even understand why she had just said that to him.
Again her gaze lifted as though in confusion with her own actions, her brows knitting in frustration with herself. She actually wanted to tell him that she wanted more blood, but she was terrified that if she fed into that want it would become more dangerous than helpful.