She bit him on the shoulder, where moonlight fought to outshine the pearls in his spine. He arched a smile, feeling the pain turn to pleasure, his eager hands peeling her skin with such tenderness.
Let me love you like a king...
In the quiet love that followed, she grew herself wings of mercury, and rode the winds to her frozen heaven.
Her heart clawed at his throat, as streams burst forth from his heavy lungs.
He switched instruments in the midst of making this strange brand of audible love to her, and she watched, wide-eyed and wondrous, the deep red notes rise into the air as he coaxed the bow across his flesh and bones. There was a radiance to the sound, and a horror she mistook for lust.
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