He looks at her dark eyes. Blood streaked face. That wicked smile
pasted on her face. He allows his eyes to travel down her body. The
blood traveled down her neck to wards her chest. Her skin tight black
dress is soaked with their victims blood. Her hands on her small
waist. Her thighs thick and soft. Her delicate feet in heels that
hurt, also covered in blood. Her long black hair sticky and stiff from
the blood but still beautiful. And she looked stunning. He swallowed
hard.
She looked at him from the corner of her eyes. She couldn't help
smiling at the sight of him. She could see him studying her. So she
study ed him too. His thick curls dried in thick red substance. Which
happens to be blood. This suit is ruined though. Can't return that.
The first 4 buttons are open exposing his hard red stained chest. His
pants were sticking to him. His shoes in a puddle of blood. He took
her breath away. She turned and look into his dark eyes.
He walked up to her just as She stumbled to wards him. He caught her
with a firm grasp. He smoothed out her hair and brushed back her hair
from her face. His hands came back sticky. She wiped a blood drop from
his chin. They smiled at each other. He bent down and kissed her. She
responded instantly ignoring the two body's lying by their side.
