My Kind of Monster

by Lilith Roman

We ride together, ride that orgasm to the ends of this god forsaken world, I scream, he growls and together we become chaos—filthy disturbed chaos.

I crave blood and violence. I crave chaos and lust. I crave an unnatural love. I crave a destruction of souls.

I can feel her determination, and I want to follow her into battle.

Do I need my freedom when the man that holds me is the only person that understands me? Do I need my freedom when he is the only soul that would never judge me? Do I need my freedom when he is the only one that gives me everything I ever needed and all the things I never knew I wanted?

She's my fucking banshee. I bled for her; I branded my skin with her beautiful scream... she's mine.

“What did you carve on my skin?” I smile. “Your monster.”

Yet again, this is different. Not only lust or possessiveness, but an unspoken vow. And I embrace it.

It is not a game anymore, not mine or his, this is us… this is the real danger, because we own each other now.

I breathe in the smell of musk and cedar that burns like an aura around him, and it finally hits me... he is not my captor, not anymore. I do not think he has been for a while.

her demons rage, her eyes gleam with chaos and darkness. I always want to ask her what she's conjuring in her mind, but I never do because I know she would lie.

I’m almost certain I more than care, yet how could I admit something like that to me or her, when it just means that I will be throwing my fucking heart into the pit, unknowing if it’s going be burned or devoured. I care…