Buckle

She reaches around hand on his tummy
Exploring the expanse of his skin
Tenderly singing a lullaby
Fingers dance across his midriff
Inhaling his scent her nose caresses his neck
Stirring up the glutton inside her
Intensity and heat rising
Sparking the embers in her sacral centre
Awakening her inner beast from slumber
Her tongue drops wet across her lips
Blood thirsty
She wraps a fistful of his hair
Exposing his neck
The raw flesh beckoning
Baring her teeth
Snarling and growling under her breath
Entranced
The crook of his neck craving
She sinks one explicit bite
He buckles under bite
Unquestioning he knows he belongs to her
Even if he doesn't want to
He knows he is hers.