Continuing on from the last leave off point:
Pulling each finger from my skin with a vicious tug, he ran his tongue along the wounds, moaning when my blood entered his mouth. I couldn’t see his face in the darkness, couldn’t see anything but the light reflect off the monstrous talons as they reached out to latch into the tender skin along the side of my breasts.
With a scream, I tried to writhe out from underneath him. But his heavy body held me in place by then, even if the invisible ropes weren’t. Blinking, I brought half his face into focus and lost my breath to fear.
A clear green eye stared at me unblinkingly, calculating and cruel, and he ran his tongue over the fangs hanging out of his mouth.
Until next week! Happy Sunday!