Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

I had no time to choose, to think, to feel guilty. I could just give in to the pressure and glowing with which the powder is transformed into a diamond under the weight of the lust shocking.

And so, ansimai against his mouth. The spark shot definitively when our lips met.

Were he and I, the knight and the fox. Two hunters in nature, two prey in a duel. And the death united us as a thread.

Her soft lips I kissed, and I could only press my own against his. It is pushed into a symphony of dancing, you azionarono as the skeleton that had drawn on the skin. They were a dance of death, also their.

The flavour of the wine he met that of the blood in my mouth, while his hand I grab the neck and I was pressing against him, to make sure

that I would not have pulled back at that moment.

And when he pushed his tongue in to meet mine, I felt my heart fainting within my own chest. My entire body is projected to accommodate the rhythm of the dance, and I was sucked it with all your senses by that fire stolen from the Gods.

A fire from the sky that can only live in the lands of Hell, as the symbol of the torch reversed hung on the walls of the Barnaby Hotel.

I knew that my soul, and that my knight would be burned in this world and any other, but always together, never separated.

His tongue filled her mouth as the blood gushing, and my lips and his you arpionarono to each other. My closed eyelids were less dark pleasure mind numbing that came upon me.

Let me die like this.

A groan I pierced his throat, and once again I broke it shamelessly against his mouth. I was drunk of him. I was a radiation unstoppable.

I had no more breath in the body or the ability to reason, the heart was in the meantime awakened and I was beating wildly. And when he forced me, using the grip on my neck, to pull away for me to catch my breath, the my body calmed down, indeed. He returned to strive even harder to search for a fulfilment to his infinite desire.

Davil looked at my wet lips of him, then went back on my eyes. "If you kiss again, you'll have an orgasm?" he took me around, amused.

I blushed completely, I felt the cheeks extend under the heat of my embarrassment as I was estranged from reality. And quickly I pulled it on. "It is better if we do".

And before we could really get up again, grabbed me again for the head, with force, and it took me back to himself without giving me a way to pull me back. Into the his mouth with mine in a violent kiss, to die, and only after he let me go.

"My punishment begins now," he said.

My chest trembled, and my heart fell in my stomach, knowing that we would never due to exchange that kiss. Worse still, that you would never repeated.

I helped her quickly Davil to get the jacket. He held the sling in his hand, put it back on the skin of martyrdom was impossible. Considering that we had wasted a part of the time with that kiss, taken in

hurry, the tiny camera from the pocket of Davil and I took a few photos of the race. In particular, at that picture.

Then we ran out of the room. I gave up on the mask to the ground without curarmene too, and soon we met in the hallway.

The guard was no longer there, so we passed through the road back: but, instead of taking the elevator, opened the door to his side and followed the stairs up to the lobby.

I knew that if anybody had seen, things were not going to end well. Davil had lost too much blood, but despite this he was able to remain lucid until we were in front of the exit.

There was no time to look for the coats.

Only when we went out in the cold, in the snow, I realized that a Davil not make it more. He was exhausted, the adrenaline would not upright in standing still for a long time.

Without asking for permission frugai in the pockets of his jacket to the search of the car keys, hoping they were in the wardrobe. For luck I found him, and with a sigh of relief I circondai the shoulders with his arm, to be able to withstand in the walk up to the seat of the passenger.

I helped him get seated and crawled into the seat belt, and climbed from the driver and put it in motion, ready to run at full fury away from that place.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him, while we inoltravamo to the forest.

"We have to call Cavanough," I answered promptly.

"No. We have to go in the hospital."

Despite its terms, do not lose the opportunity to issue a laugh next to nothing. "Of course, and then go to file is also a complaint against you for what you did to me. Take me home, Westwood".

Angry, I pressed the foot on the accelerator. "You're a fucking fool. Not can't believe I made you..."

"Don't be sorry for me, little fox". In spite of everything, seemed to be angry with me. "I do not know another world".

"Please". Reached out the hand to the dashboard to open the small door and pulled out the cell phone that we had left there. "Upload the pictures and send them to Cavanough while driving".

"That girl" model. He took me around, grasping, however, the telephone, and by my order. "Know that you would never made it to drive if not

I was not in these conditions."

I held the lift up his eyes to heaven, and I set instead to take the road that led to the main street, leaving me, so the forest behind it.

Davil he took the opportunity to call in a hurry Cavanough and I listened to barely in the conversation, while in the darkness of a night-mâché, I tried to recall to memory the road to the villa Crain.

The call was closed quickly, Cavanough had the urgency to push his team is already prepared for a raid the immediate, with the hotel in its full exclusive party, in a way that you can put in the press

, even those like mr. Lancaster.

Courses like never before in my life, and I seemed to arrive at the home of Davil in no time. When I turned off the engine and I turned around to check how he was doing, I noticed her pale skin. It was not at all well.

Reached out the hand on his forehead: it was boiling. "But you scotti".

The damp hair of sweat fell around at the shocked face. He had flushed cheeks, the skin around the pale. He was developing a fever high.

"I have to have antibiotics at home."

"Sure, not wanting to go to the hospital?"

"Kerys" he looked at me serious. "Have you already forgot who I am?" The dr.

Crain. Right.

I took off the belt and I hurried to get to the other side of the car to help him to get off. As I had done before, I circondai the shoulders with his arm. Luckily he managed to pull out of the jacket and the keys to the door of the house and we got to hurry.

When I turned on the light, evil eye stretched himself lying on the couch. It was the first smile that I felt that I rise on my face when all that fury, we had the victim.

"You can make it up the stairs?" I asked. "If you help me, yes." The wounded were bleeding the most,

but I was sure that you would be able to infect

you. I couldn't leave it only in those conditions.

I made me strength, and step-by-step, to help him

climb up to the last step. When finally we were in his bedroom, he took off the jacket and shirt.