The scent

His teeth raked her skin, the touch light, but still, tracks made. He would not stop till he found his mark. On her hip, the crease between the hip and thigh, the sweetest spot of all. Nestled between her legs, his nose tantalized by the sweet scent from under her white lace panties. He couldn’t deny himself a brief detour. Nuzzling his nose in the soft fabric, a small hit of indulgence to sedate his watering mouth, A low growl as he pulled himself back, his teeth would bury within her butter soft flesh, mouth filling with a sudden burst crimson fluid. The man, this man, claimed her for his own.

A.J. Luna