A wife or a whore. Her words stick with me. In my opinion she's simply not being ambitious enough, one could be both!

Not to mention those two professions are already fairly similar, it's just...one is paid more, depending on her client.

Husband. My cupcake devoured by another. I don't know if I can bear it. I scratch my neck.

Fuck.

My eyes roll back in my head as I try to come to terms with it. I'm itching, as if I want to come out from under my very skin.

Ah...what shame consumes me.

I don't think I can bear I don't think I can reconcile it.

Not if he has her first. Not first. I may not be able to be her only but I must be her first. To taste those untainted lips, drinks from her blood before another man has defiled its with his seed.

No...I don't want anyone else to touch her. Not for some immature reassigning like purity. No...I simply cannot stomach the thought of anyone touching what's mine.

Ha...she's human. In a blink she'll be dust and yet...

If I have her, even once, perhaps I can let her go.

Find the humanity...hehe...

Excuse me. Find the humanity...I purse my lips, but the laughter comes spilling at out.

Ah...who am I kidding?

I don't have any humanity.

I make my way to her shop the next day. I don't wait for an appropriate amount of time to past for pretense. I don't plan on doing anything appropriate.

The door jingles when I walk in. I lock it behind me.

"Now I'm convinced you're just coming to see me," she chuckles, her back to me.

There's a perfect stripe of her shoulder exposed to me. I could take a bit of her right now. Press her against the bookcase, hitch that skirt up, skin to skin,

I inhale. "You wouldn't be wrong, Eleanor."

She freezes. "Is that so? What brought on this sudden revelation, Alastair?" She tries to put amusement in her voice.

It falls flat.

"Don't tell me you're jealous—"

"To my bones. But that's another matter," I swallow.

Oh. This is an unfamiliar feeling. Approaching her like this, putting it on the line like that.

"Alastair," she trails.

I put my hands around her waist.

"A wife or a whore, yes?" I whisper, pressing my lips to her shoulder.

Her breathing shudders. She has desired me, and I...have desired her. Two years I have been coming to this place, simply to catch sight of her.

"Yes," she whispers.

I want to bite. Devour her. Leave her red and slick with her blood and my cum.

But I won't.

"I'll allow you to be his wife."

"Oh? Is it solely up to you," she muses breathlessly, as I kiss a line up her throat.

Such a beautiful, elegant throat.

I smirk against her flesh. "Hm. I will allow you to be his wife, if you will be my whore."

"I should slap you, for the mere suggestion."

"You may."

"It's not as appealing now that you've agreed to it."

I lift my hand, brushing her hair aside gently. "Then tell me,"

She sighs, her skin heating up under my lips. My hands drift up her torso. I will drench her in sin.

"Will you? Let me be your lover, Eleanor."

She pushes me away. I let her, stepping back. "I am...not that kind of woman," she says softly, her hand raising to the neck I've lavished with my kisses.

"The kind of woman you are wouldn't stand for this disillusionment to begin with. Nevertheless, here we are."

I lick my lips. Ah...I've only made my hunger worse.

"Alastair..." she closed her eyes, leaning her head against the bookcase.

She weakens against me. Her nips strain under her thin dress. I want to suck them. I look away.

"Why today of all days. Now of all times?" She holds herself gently, hand still resting on her neck.

I come up to her, her eyes fluttering open falling on me. Endless pools of black her eyes, glistening, glittering. Begging me.

Pleaded with me to cover her in sin.

I press a lingering kiss against her soft, supple lips. Her shoulders sag, her hand leaving her neck, resting on mine. I press my body against hers, pushing her up that bookcases.

Elenor's breathing hitches as I pull her thigh up, slotting myself between her thighs.

Her arms rest on my shoulders.

"I always know you were...a sinner," she says in my ear softly.

I chuckle. "Oh...you have no idea, dear."