Bella Donna Boudreaux is a cheerful assassin (petitmort) wrote in utr_logs,
She kissed him again, pulling him deeper into her mind. There was a need there, within her, for him to see everything, for him to know exactly who and what she was. Even as her pleasure began to rise, her mind sunk and pulled him with it, showing him how very much he was a part of her, how even places that he had never touched were patterned with his mind and thoughts and image. If her thoughts were coins, his face was on one side of each of them.