Graverobber’s lips quirked up, teeth scraping over the skin before he pulled away. “Fine, darling, I’ve got you.” Feeling the nails digging into his shoulder, he pressed his fingers into Leona’s hips in response, leaning forward to growl in her ear, “You want me to do you like we used to? Fine. Turn around.”
Graverobber sighed, “Okay, I’m sorry.” His eyes flashed sincerely, he knew what he had said was insensitive, he was just too used to the people he hung around to be used to that. But the kid was different, sheltered her whole life and then it all blew up in her face. “I don’t mean it, It just takes me a bit to break out of my asshole shell, I’m not all that bad.”
Graverobber smirked, feeling Leona’s nails rake across his back. He was tugged closer, pressed against the woman and the alley wall and biting down hard upon hearing her speak. She wanted more, she could get more.
"I didn’t know it was your house, alright, kid?" Graves replied, rolling one shoulder in a shrug. "And all things heal with time right? Two years not enough time?"
Graverobber rolled his eyes, “Two years ago. Even then, I wouldn’t have killed you. And I didn’t know it was your dead body.”
Drug market, sub-market,
Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in.
Blood market, love market,
Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all.
Zydrate comes in a little glass vial
And with that, his lips were on her neck, teeth biting and scraping along Leona’s jaw and neck. Graves knew how she liked it, so he didn’t bother with anything gentle, continuing with sharp nips to porcelain skin.
"I’m not gonna let anyone kill you, alright? Do you think I would?"