Resting her head on his shoulder, X parted her legs, and as the light shone through the window, it tickled her thighs causing her to groan. There were invisible angels in that light, and as they licked the lips she never kissed with, he put his arm around her waist before bringing his hand up to her left breast. Pinching her nipple, she gurgled some words at the back of her throat, but he couldn’t make sense of them. Searching her face for meaning, she spread her legs with both hands, and the light that shone from her was whiter than the snow falling outside. They could hear the cries of the animals, distant at first before returning. Reaching down and sliding his fingers in, the cries rang out like sirens. Breathing hard, she leaned her head back, and as he poked his fingers in as deep as they would go, he took a bite out of her, and in return, she spread her legs as wide as she could. The music that came from within made the angels vibrate as if they were the strings of a violin. It was intoxicating; maddening. Blood began to trickle from both nostrils of his nose. Blood that dripped down onto her belly before mixing with the water that leaked from her real mouth. At this moment, she was no longer a woman, but a portal. A portal to something sweeter than wine and yet as dangerous as the blade. Breathing in the scent of her body, a scent that tasted of oranges and dust, he held her in his arms unable to take his eyes away from the light, and as the beads of sweat clung to her upper lip, all she could make sense of was the heat coming from inside of her, and how it made her feel as if she was the centre of all things.

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