As your lips meet hers, Krimson's whole body shudders in relief. Her arms snake around your neck, pulling you closer still as she returns the kiss with a passion she didn't know was possible. Blood dribbles from her chin to mingle with yours, staining your lips and tongue as you explore each other mouths.
Her hands slide down your back, feeling the smoothness of your skin beneath her blood-coated fingers.
Baby, I can't even think about you being hurt.
The words only serve to drive her closer still; Krimson feels a desperation growing inside her, an urgency that she cannot explain. She presses herself against you, feeling your hardness grind against her own desire. With a low moan, she arches into the contact, needing more of you.
Her tongue darts out to taste you deeper, tangling with yours as her hips begin to rock in time with your movements. Blood trickles down between her breasts, staining the red fabric beneath them;