Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

the K I put there.
Elena blinks down at me, emotion welling in her irises, like my hesitance
is making every bad memory flood back. Gritting my teeth for a second, I
move in and score my teeth over the wound, reopening it.
Blood beads in the cut immediately, and I cover the area with my mouth,
slowly running my tongue over the coppery fluid.
I swirl back and forth, letting her soak my tastebuds, reveling in her lack
of resistance. In the look of awe that shines in her gaze.
She shivers, scratching at my scalp as I suck at the site, desperate to
memorize the taste, but she never breaks her stare. Like I’m the actor in a
play put on for her own viewing pleasure, and she can’t bear to look away in
case she misses something important.
She wants a show, I’ll give her fireworks.
Skimming my way past the wound, I drift inward, smearing her blood and
loving the way the crimson complements her creamy skin, like a field of red
and white poppies.
My gut clenches tight as I reach her glistening pussy, brushing my nose
over her lips, inhaling the tang of her arousal. Wrapping my arms around her
thighs, securing her in place against the wall, I slowly dive in, parting her
with my tongue and flicking at her clit with the tip.
She cries out at the first lap on her sensitive flesh, legs already shaking
against my ears, like she’s been waiting for this exact moment.
It spurs me on, sending a shock wave down the length of my spine, and I
redouble my efforts, fusing my mouth to her sopping core, licking and
swirling and teasing until I’m groaning into her, high on her sweet taste.
Before the night we shared together, it’d been years since I’d been with
anyone else. After a bit of a chaotic, post-heartbreak phase, I threw myself
into work and tried to establish a relationship with my sister, denying myself
the basic carnal pleasures in life.
Until last Christmas, I hadn’t known that anything was missing.
Didn’t realize that I was practically living without one of my limbs, trying
to navigate life as though nothing was wrong.
I’d been frantic, desperate to sink inside of her after wanting her from afar
for so long. She’d been just as frenzied, matching my energy with each
thrust, eager to obey my every command, and our time had been short. A
spark that ignited quickly, and burned out before it could fully expand.
I have no intentions of that being the case now.