As vaguely unnerving as this is, there's something absurd about it as well. Or perhaps obscene, considering where they are. Either way, it's so beyond the realm of the expected or familiar that Nadine can't help but focus in some way on that absurdity. There's something of a romance novel to it, but a scene out of context. The way he talks, handles her....
But it speaks to something in her. That part of her that's drawn to darkness, to power. Whatever that thing inside of her is that makes her just a little bit different, a little bit strange. It's always there, somewhere deep, always waiting. The thing that lets her kill so easily, lets her lie and manipulate, the thing she can't ever cut out or squash entirely. That thing needs an outlet, sometimes.
She has no intention of being a passive participant in whatever bedroom game this is. She isn't the passive thing she'd once been. Doubly so because she's used to having control now in so many aspects of her life.
In part because of him.
Her own hands go up, to his shoulders, digging her fingers into him when his teeth dent her skin. She inhales sharply, blood warming.
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As vaguely unnerving as this is, there's something absurd about it as well. Or perhaps obscene, considering where they are. Either way, it's so beyond the realm of the expected or familiar that Nadine can't help but focus in some way on that absurdity. There's something of a romance novel to it, but a scene out of context. The way he talks, handles her....
But it speaks to something in her. That part of her that's drawn to darkness, to power. Whatever that thing inside of her is that makes her just a little bit different, a little bit strange. It's always there, somewhere deep, always waiting. The thing that lets her kill so easily, lets her lie and manipulate, the thing she can't ever cut out or squash entirely. That thing needs an outlet, sometimes.
She has no intention of being a passive participant in whatever bedroom game this is. She isn't the passive thing she'd once been. Doubly so because she's used to having control now in so many aspects of her life.
In part because of him.
Her own hands go up, to his shoulders, digging her fingers into him when his teeth dent her skin. She inhales sharply, blood warming.
"What makes you think I'd be so easy to keep?"