Pure

The candle flickered in the distance, but she couldnt find the inner strength to leave his side. Even if she did get up from her warm, comfy bed side, did she really want to blow the candles out? The only source of light in the rom. The only way she could see his charming face. The lips of an angel and the eyes of something pure. Something to rare and beautiful of this world. Something, that was all hers. Gothic Love. Something people would be scared of. Something people would diagree on. Something people themselves wish they could experience, for it is so much more intense than normal love. It is.... pure.

His eyes slowly began to open, and then first thing he saw was her, Jaden, leaning naked over the other side of the bed with shivers run up and down the back of jadens neck. She could feel him, even though he only just awoke. That's love. Slowly pushing himself off the bed, he whispered into her ear come back to bed, and slowly dug his teeth lightly into jadens neck, making her back coil and straigthen. Intoxicated with love. Posionous. Pure.

The bed sheets ruffled underneathe them. The curtious smile of them both. Fingertips slowly increase intensity, locking into one another. Gripping whatever life that was pulsing within them. Blood boiling. Hair rising. The soft kiss upon her thigh. The glistening off her soft lips shinning in the moonlight. Kissing them slightly, tonguing one another. The taste. Exotic Fruit. Nothing spoilt. Nothing rotten. Pure.

Nothing was said, so nothing would be ruined. Though their voices did bring comfort, not now. Not here. So soft, their bodies intwigned, and how thankful she was that she didnt blow that candle out. His eyes could tell a hard story, but a powerful one. Her body became a temple to him, worshipped her every move. Slowly endulging her with satisfaction. But he refused to finish for hours. Sweat rippled off his forhead and her hair stuck on her engorged breasts. The taste. The sound. The feeling deep within. Pure.

Adrenaline rush to the extreme. Lifting through air and ash of burnt desires forfilled. "I love you" she whispers lightly under mutted breaths. Candles burn to the drop off wax, darkness surrounds us, but out eyes become used to the light. Darkness overwelmes our soul, but our touches are still light. In this life of sin, we are each others and no other. Love is pure.