Moments later, we lay tangled on the pile of blankets. The world shrinking to the soft rustle of the leaves above us. The scent of rain still lingered in the air, but the heavy sweetness of the roses overpowered it all.
I could stay here forever, wrapped in his arms, surrounded by the falling leaves as if we were the only two souls left on Earth.
Our bottle was empty now, drained between us in a wild, desperate frenzy.
It started out slow, with us feeding each other the exquisite vintage from our lips, but hunger quickly took hold. Moments later, our clothes slipped away as we kissed, piece by piece, until I found myself straddling him.
My hands sliding over his pale skin, smearing the crimson wine and blood mix over his body like a lover's mark.
