His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her throat, a lethal threat tight with something sentimental, something that urges and presses and can’t surrender. He presses his thumb harder in the soft flesh until breathing gets harder.

“You see what you do to me?”
He whispers, eyes on fire, bright and daring against the endless void. Everything is dark, his features almost invisible in the dim Prussian blue of the night. He leans down and she lies perfectly still, not even a muscle twitches. His lips are dry on her ear.

“You bring out the beast in me.”

r.m | excerpt #53 (via ibuzoo)