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Stranded in this spooky town,
Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down
Snow is crackling cold,
She took my heart, I think she took my soul
With the moon I run,
Far from the carnage of the fiery sun
He felt the silken texture of raven-black hair as he brushed the stray tresses away from her face and kissed her deeply, his tongue delving down into her mouth, and his hands moving to burrow themselves in her long hair. She wrapped her arms around his sweat slicked back and gripped his shoulders as she kissed him back with twice as much fervor.
He felt the sensual pleasure of warm, smooth skin against his as she arched into his thrusting. Her moans echoed throughout his mind, making him go crazy with desire, and his blood boil for her. They fit each other perfectly, like puzzle pieces made to fit together.
As his lips found hers once again, drowning him in the heady passion that swamped the whole of his being, he couldn’t help but feel any more complete. She was his. She trusted him. She loved him.
Desire raged through him, coursing through his very veins with the blood rushing to his head, keeping in time with his wild pulse and erratic breathing; yet he would not hurt her. He couldn’t. Love and lust warred inside him; a battle neither could win and they slowly surrendered as black and white faded into a sweet, sweet gray, instigated by the passion that enveloped his mind and body.
Drivin' by the strangle of vain
Showin' no mercy I'll do it again
Open up your eyesYou keep on crying, baby I'll bleed you dry
Skies are beneath me
I see a storm bubbling up from the sea
The heat radiating from their bodies made the chill of the night air flowing through the open windows seem warm again. Her hands were entwined with his, squeezing with each rack of pleasure that shot throughout her body as his hands grasped hers and the sheets. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, guiding him in a rhythm seemingly familiar and yet so foreign and primal to him. This was real; this was in reach . . . he had been so long without her. He had been so long without someone that made being like this, in this willing surrender, so pleasurable and so familiar, and safe. When he was with her, he couldn’t be hurt. He could put down all his walls and she wouldn’t do anything. She couldn’t bring herself to do anything and vise versa.
Her hands clenched his, as he grabbed at the white sheet and pulled while simultaneously squeezing her hand back. Her nails bit down into the flesh that made up the back of his hand as he moved, his sleek muscles beneath her sometimes roving eyes, rippling with a power all his own, her low cries and moans echoing throughout his head as his pace quickened. Hands squeezing his, submitting now to the pleasure that coursed through them both. He felt her shiver, felt her tremble, felt her writhe beneath him and he couldn’t help but think that she couldn’t move any better aganist him.
His large, callused hands roamed her body, each brush of skin and touch of hand driving him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. The feelings welled up inside him, raging out of control, tightening like a rubber band that was threatening to pop. Pain was a distant memory, a whisper on the very edge of consciousness, and pleasure won out in the end. Only pleasure remained behind.
And it's coming closer
And its coming closer
Broken words, half-formed thoughts spilled from his lips, unintelligible as his heart pounded in his ears, as his body shuddered and convulsed. He whispered to her, of how beautiful she was, how special she was to him, how much he had wanted her for so long, how much he loved her. Their hands squeezed together and he gripped the sheet as they both moaned out as they hit that peak and raced down, hitting a new oblivion on the way down.
As he dipped his head to kiss her again, the taste of salt of her lips, the warm moisture on her face, startled him out of his passion-induced daze. Tears spilled from her eyes, shining in the faint moonlight streaming through the windows, the only illumination revealing the twin silhouettes among the tangled white sheets and bedcovers. Her hands left his and they moved to his back where they pushed him forward to hold him closer, her face hidden against his neck as the tears kept falling, wet and warm against his hot skin, her body wracking with sobs as she found a different release, a lifting of the pain and struggle of the past year.
“Why? Why do you say things like that? Why can’t I make you understand?”
“Because you’re so strong, your so beautiful, your so kind. I love you, Sovay.”
You sh-sh-shock my bones,
Leavin' me stranded all in love on my own
What do you think of me?
Where am I now, baby where do I sleep?
Feels so good when I'm home
2000 years of chasing takin' it's toll
The power he held over her was startling, amazing, almost frightening. With a single touch, she could be reduced to a trembling mess in his arms. With the sound of his voice, she knew she was lost in her struggles to distance herself from him. His touch, his words, his love, all of it was different from any other’s. She would never have another man the same way she had Nathan.
There was a time when she would have resented someone having such a hold on her, weakening her to the point where her want for him became a need. But part of her was glad for her surrender, her tired submission. It would never be dominance on his part, but a strength that would be there for her to lean on, to support her, encourage her, a strength for her to share and vise versa.
She heard the quiet rustle of the sheets, the graceful movement of his long, thin body, dimly aware of his gentle hands lifting her up and nestling her against him, safe and warm as his arms moved to encircle her. She pressed her cheek against his chest; the telltale sign of her own tears moist on his skin. But she felt no shame as she dropped a kiss to his flushed skin, closing her eyes to surrender to sleep.
The feel of him inside her, against her, beside her. That was real. That was home.
“Nathan, I love you, too.”
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down
Snow is crackling cold,
She took my heart, I think she took my soul
With the moon I run,
Far from the carnage of the fiery sun
He felt the silken texture of raven-black hair as he brushed the stray tresses away from her face and kissed her deeply, his tongue delving down into her mouth, and his hands moving to burrow themselves in her long hair. She wrapped her arms around his sweat slicked back and gripped his shoulders as she kissed him back with twice as much fervor.
He felt the sensual pleasure of warm, smooth skin against his as she arched into his thrusting. Her moans echoed throughout his mind, making him go crazy with desire, and his blood boil for her. They fit each other perfectly, like puzzle pieces made to fit together.
As his lips found hers once again, drowning him in the heady passion that swamped the whole of his being, he couldn’t help but feel any more complete. She was his. She trusted him. She loved him.
Desire raged through him, coursing through his very veins with the blood rushing to his head, keeping in time with his wild pulse and erratic breathing; yet he would not hurt her. He couldn’t. Love and lust warred inside him; a battle neither could win and they slowly surrendered as black and white faded into a sweet, sweet gray, instigated by the passion that enveloped his mind and body.
Drivin' by the strangle of vain
Showin' no mercy I'll do it again
Open up your eyesYou keep on crying, baby I'll bleed you dry
Skies are beneath me
I see a storm bubbling up from the sea
The heat radiating from their bodies made the chill of the night air flowing through the open windows seem warm again. Her hands were entwined with his, squeezing with each rack of pleasure that shot throughout her body as his hands grasped hers and the sheets. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, guiding him in a rhythm seemingly familiar and yet so foreign and primal to him. This was real; this was in reach . . . he had been so long without her. He had been so long without someone that made being like this, in this willing surrender, so pleasurable and so familiar, and safe. When he was with her, he couldn’t be hurt. He could put down all his walls and she wouldn’t do anything. She couldn’t bring herself to do anything and vise versa.
Her hands clenched his, as he grabbed at the white sheet and pulled while simultaneously squeezing her hand back. Her nails bit down into the flesh that made up the back of his hand as he moved, his sleek muscles beneath her sometimes roving eyes, rippling with a power all his own, her low cries and moans echoing throughout his head as his pace quickened. Hands squeezing his, submitting now to the pleasure that coursed through them both. He felt her shiver, felt her tremble, felt her writhe beneath him and he couldn’t help but think that she couldn’t move any better aganist him.
His large, callused hands roamed her body, each brush of skin and touch of hand driving him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. The feelings welled up inside him, raging out of control, tightening like a rubber band that was threatening to pop. Pain was a distant memory, a whisper on the very edge of consciousness, and pleasure won out in the end. Only pleasure remained behind.
And it's coming closer
And its coming closer
Broken words, half-formed thoughts spilled from his lips, unintelligible as his heart pounded in his ears, as his body shuddered and convulsed. He whispered to her, of how beautiful she was, how special she was to him, how much he had wanted her for so long, how much he loved her. Their hands squeezed together and he gripped the sheet as they both moaned out as they hit that peak and raced down, hitting a new oblivion on the way down.
As he dipped his head to kiss her again, the taste of salt of her lips, the warm moisture on her face, startled him out of his passion-induced daze. Tears spilled from her eyes, shining in the faint moonlight streaming through the windows, the only illumination revealing the twin silhouettes among the tangled white sheets and bedcovers. Her hands left his and they moved to his back where they pushed him forward to hold him closer, her face hidden against his neck as the tears kept falling, wet and warm against his hot skin, her body wracking with sobs as she found a different release, a lifting of the pain and struggle of the past year.
“Why? Why do you say things like that? Why can’t I make you understand?”
“Because you’re so strong, your so beautiful, your so kind. I love you, Sovay.”
You sh-sh-shock my bones,
Leavin' me stranded all in love on my own
What do you think of me?
Where am I now, baby where do I sleep?
Feels so good when I'm home
2000 years of chasing takin' it's toll
The power he held over her was startling, amazing, almost frightening. With a single touch, she could be reduced to a trembling mess in his arms. With the sound of his voice, she knew she was lost in her struggles to distance herself from him. His touch, his words, his love, all of it was different from any other’s. She would never have another man the same way she had Nathan.
There was a time when she would have resented someone having such a hold on her, weakening her to the point where her want for him became a need. But part of her was glad for her surrender, her tired submission. It would never be dominance on his part, but a strength that would be there for her to lean on, to support her, encourage her, a strength for her to share and vise versa.
She heard the quiet rustle of the sheets, the graceful movement of his long, thin body, dimly aware of his gentle hands lifting her up and nestling her against him, safe and warm as his arms moved to encircle her. She pressed her cheek against his chest; the telltale sign of her own tears moist on his skin. But she felt no shame as she dropped a kiss to his flushed skin, closing her eyes to surrender to sleep.
The feel of him inside her, against her, beside her. That was real. That was home.
“Nathan, I love you, too.”
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
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