Collateral Damage: A Sapphic Erotic Thriller

by Shassii

She doesn’t have to tell me she wants this. I can taste it in the air.

If you're asleep you cannot feel.

She’s becoming my bone marrow. An essential part of my body needed to function. My strings needed to move. My oxygen tank needed to breathe.

Her skin in my mouth tasted like salted caramel.

Such a good little blood bag.

She doesn’t know it yet, but her blood on my tongue is where it belongs, making me hard in my fucking boxers at the thought of making her cry my name.

She will come undone for me and I will take great pleasure in feasting on her demons.

She tastes like the last piece of cake you left for yourself after a long day, just beaming to let it melt in your mouth.

I feel this dire need to protect her. Care for her. Comfort her. When I should be snapping her, bending her and breaking her.

There is no beauty without consequence. No happiness without pain. No Love without hate.

“Bleed for me.”

Love really does conquer all. And it also kills you.

I’m not afraid of dying anymore. I’m afraid of living an unfulfilled life without you in it, where I still see you in the walls, in the current of shallow waters, in the ripples against the basin of the shower. In my bed on a stormy night. I can smell you everywhere.

I didn’t know I was capable of adoring someone so deeply I’d fish for the light lost inside my darkness in hopes you’d chase it like a moth.