Lucifer comes to me in frightful passion, fire at his mouth, iron at his arms, the blazing heart of Venus in my Hyperion's eyes.
"Command me to be your only," he hisses, straddling me and thrusting my head back into the pillows. "Say it. Say that you want me. That I am the only man you see. Take possession of me. Claim me as your own." His grip around my throat tightens in choking embrace and he slides atop me, grinding into my lap as he probes my mouth with his tongue, his lion fangs glancing my cut tongue.
I spit blood from his incisors in his face. He laughs, lapping it up, then licks my nose of gore and bites down on the bridge playfully.
