Creature of the night

Short Story #13

With dark curly hair framing her face, she came, like some dark, promiscuous creature of the night.

Seductive.

Shady.

Salacious.

Damn everything, Colton thought, before jumping off the cliff. Her lips tasted like sin and paradise. This creature of the night was going to be his one and only downfall and he had abandoned all hopes of returning to reality. Her lips whispered unspoken promises against his sudden parched ones. Her lips scorched and healed his thirsty soul at once. He was taken apart and put back together again at the same time.

His skin was alive.

His skin was singing her praises.

His lips atone for mistakes as he pulls her in closer, not realizing that she was not investing in him, but his soul which her energy was hungrily feeding on.

WORDS: 133

Don’t let your guards down for a minute of pleasure, a minute of passion. This is where you’re at your most vulnerable and you might think that you’re invincible when in fact you’re only setting yourself up for the fall. Be on your guard at all time.

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