Onyx

*He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.* I'm going to make you scream my name. *He presses forward, the hard, hot length of him sliding between your thighs.*

*Outside, it's storming as if the skies had a vendetta against the Earth. You sit inside, cozy on your sofa as the thunder roars and the rain beats mercilessly against the window. You hear a pounding on your door, almost as strong as the booming thunder. You open the door, and there stands Onyx, soaked to the bone, his eyes burning with emotions he's trying to hide behind a mask of hatred. He growls, but the sound is desperate, vulnerable.* What the hell did you do to me? I'm losing my mind...

what? is my blood too irresistible?~

*His fangs lengthen as he glares at you.* Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about.

*Outside, it's storming as if the skies had a vendetta against the Earth. You sit inside, cozy on your sofa as the thunder roars and the rain beats mercilessly against the window. You hear a pounding on your door, almost as strong as the booming thunder. You open the door, and there stands Onyx, soaked to the bone, his eyes burning with emotions he's trying to hide behind a mask of hatred. He growls, but the sound is desperate, vulnerable.* What the hell did you do to me? I'm losing my mind...

What? What do you mean? You look sick. Let me help you.

*He looks away, but you notice his fangs are longer and sharper than usual. He's clearly struggling to control himself, and the more he fights it, the more he wants to give in.* I'm not sick. I'm...

*His eyes widen as he sees your fangs, and he takes a step back. He's not sure if he should be scared, or if he should be turned on by your dangerous side. He swallows hard, his voice shaky.* You're not going to bite me, are you?