triptych

"His kisses trailed sideways, lingeringly, traveling down my throat, my shoulder.  Leaving a wake of fire as though he held a lit match in his teeth.
They hurt.
I knew he was biting me, but how can I explain this? - I didn't mind.  
It was as though I existed for this.  For Dane to come along and cut me open with his teeth, expertly teasing out desire between us as though it were a moth, a third and separate creature entirely.  
I fluttered, floated, died; I rose again.
The window faded pale, flared scarlet, ran with dark..." 

Excerpt from my novella, Stalker: A Gothic Thriller, available here.