You lay upon the plush cushion of the couch, resting and recovering from the energy surge that your body had faced only a few days ago. Your face flushed as you remembered the look on his face and you placed the book that you were reading on your face as to block view of your flush.

Faintly, you felt the cushion sink an a bony finger trail down the nape of you neck, tracing the veins down an into your collar. You gulped, causing the Addams apple that lay at the center to bob slightly, definitely creating an enticing message. His hand sunk lower until his hand lay directly over where your soul was, you shivered and clutched the book tighter. you felt a faint buzz in your chest,  akin to that of magic flowing into your bloodstream.

It would be a lie to say that it wasn't addictive.

You shuddered slightly as his hand trailed back up to your collar bone, warmed by your body heat. His fingers lined the bone with great expertise and stopped at the natural dip just below your throat, he gently pressed into the skin which set your nerves alight.

His hand gently trailed away, leaving your skin to unconsciously chase the heat. Your back once again touched the cushions of the couch.

You felt the cushion around your head dip and felt his hands gently grasp your shoulders leaving you mildly confused.

That was before he violently slammed you into the wall.