Our movements were becoming more
frantic, desperate even. He rolled me onto my back; our hands still locked
together above our heads and kissed me with such ferocity that I was plunged
into a well of inescapably good pain. It felt like we were spinning around in
space amongst the stars he had been studying moments before.
I
opened my eyes and gasped in pleasure and surprise. His hands unclasped mine
and travelled down my body removing items of clothing as they went along. A
swirling liquid mass of darkness had formed around us, escaping from our hungry
bodies and wrapping us in swaths of black fairy floss.
I
pulled on his long hair and yanked his head back to look into his eyes, which
were burning with ebony fire. Even his lips had become rimmed in darkness.
We
were terrible monsters making love.