I pull back from her exposed lips for a moment her taste still lingering on me and breathing deeply of her soft scent that drew me with an almost primal desire. I position her legs either side of my own as I shift between them… my gaze rises to hers, still I can feel that deep dark flicker within me… now restrained by the release I found at the edge of the knife but ever present, if I were more lucid I would have questioned the sanity of so willingly exposing myself to the infection that had laid waste to our world.

My fingers drift to her soft thighs… streaked with scarring, each one with its own secret history…I allow my fingers to trace along one that seemed so recent, perhaps a week or so, my mind feels detached as it drifts over my own legacy that patterns my body… as well as those scars that run deeper, those that cannot be seen… I try and shake my head free of the nightmarish fingers that claw through my deepest memories, instead I open my senses to the untamed beauty of the woman that lies prostrate beneath me. My eyes glimmering with a wild untamed fire that seems to reflect against her own untamed nature…

My arms hook over her strong thighs, the slow trickle of blood from my fresh wound seeping down onto her snowy flesh. I pull her towards me and at the same time lock her down, her soft-scarred thighs brushing against my cheeks… I feel her hips push… for a moment I wonder if she still intends to struggle, but a shiver runs through me as I feel her press against me, her heat sparking something deep within me as I flick my tongue out and trace the cleft of her opening on the upstroke, flicking the tip across the fleshy hood of her bud… momentarily drawing it in to my mouth, my senses exploding at the taste of this woman’s softest flesh as I gently roll my teeth over it… her hips shift against me a little, I release her bud and slip downwards with my tongue, slipping its tip a little further between her lips… the softness of her muscular walls sparking a surge within my own tight centre and I gently sigh against her, my tongue glistening with saliva as I tease deeper into her tight centre…

The brilliant flash of light from the electrical storm dances across us, illuminating us in this beautiful etheric embrace… my focus on this gorgeous creature is absolute and I don’t notice the figure that is suddenly silhouetted a short way from us…

There came a metallic click as a weapon primed behind me…

“Fuck Celine!!”

Having search fruitlessly through the floors above, Trey had returned to his fallen comrades, the sound of the storm having covered his entrance… at first he hadn’t noticed us, as we were partially hidden by the shattered desks and the presiding gloom, but the flash of light drew his gaze and shocked him at what he witnessed… slowly I pulled away from her…my eyes still burning with that dark intensity that had taken me, my breathing shallow as I slowly turned my head and regarded his wide eyed expression… his gun wavering as he pointed it at us both…