Dark and inviting, sensuous and seductive, she was forged of pain and passion. The words she spoke were composed of darkness and he could see sorrow dancing behind a fa�ade of apathy. She tried to keep herself hidden, dying slowly within, but he could sense her weaknesses and he wanted nothing more than to take the pain away, pain which was inevitable, pain which he himself would cause.

Ever so gently, he ran his fingers over her dark lips, down to her breasts and he leaned forward to kiss her, his lips meeting hers with an explosion of tenderness.

She felt like satin as he let his hands caress her body. She was delicate, he knew this, and he didn�t want to hurt her. But it was his necessary evil, something he needed to do.

Slowly, he ran his tongue down her throat and his hands down her body. He reveled in her moans, knowing that before he was through, they would escalate into screams of ecstasy and agony.

Her head went back, exposing more of her milk white neck, and he kissed it lightly, biting gently at first, then harder, his teeth sinking into her pale flesh as her moans grew louder. He sucked forcefully on the wound he had created, letting the blood run down to her breasts. He traced a path of fire where the blood was, his tongue going down, kissing her neck softly. She felt his lips burning her skin, his mouth leaving fires of lust wherever it met her body.

He looked deeply into her eyes and at that moment, she wanted so bad to have him inside of her. He could see the need in her eyes, he could feel it emanating off her inflamed body. His lips found hers again as he entered her slowly and she gave herself up to him, her chaste purity seeping away, giving itself up to sinful desires and lascivious passions.

Physical pleasure and emotional pain welled up inside of her, chaos in her mind, and she wondered if this was how it was supposed to be as the blood leaked out between their entwined bodies.

Her body was so tender beneath him, pure passion exploding against his flesh and the intensity she offered elevated his senses.

Her body seemed to melt with his, bleeding into his skin as he moved within her. She felt so good as the most hidden recesses of her body kissed him with fire and her flesh writhed against his own.

Sweat mixed upon their bodies and he licked it hungrily off her breasts, his tongue running back up her throat. She was moaning louder and louder, her lips parted, and he pressed his mouth inside hers, his tongue dancing over her lips.

He loved how she felt against him, and it was almost as if he were touching the edge of her soul. She moved faster against him, fire burning in her heart and between her thighs. Tension expanded within her body, and her orgasm exploded into a million pieces upon her flesh as she came, holding him tightly inside of her, moving hard against him. He heard her scream, her head thrown back, her mouth wide open. And he twisted into her ecstasy, coming fiercely inside of her.

He knew it was time, and it pained him somewhat to have to do it, but he kissed her again, stealing her essence as he took her with a fiery tongue, draining her very soul from her body.

And there was so much pain for her. She screamed in agony, tears streaming down her cheeks. But this was what he needed. He had to rob her of everything in order to feel whole. He had to take all the love, fears, and pain, everything that composed her being. It was the only way.

He killed her slowly, taking away her soul bit by bit, draining her body of life. But it was the only way, the pain of dying is inevitable.

And as she lay there dead, her continued to make love to her lifeless body, slipping in and out of her until he came again.