Then take me
Everything was new to her. The feeling of willingness to give herself to someone, to allow herself to feel whatever she was feeling was all new. She was bold enough to do it and she was proud of herself. When he pulled away from her lips and gazed into her eyes once again, her breathing was labored but he was breathing just fine.
He only pulled away because he knew she needed to breathe. She needed air in her lungs to keep living for him even if he didn't need it. Her chest rose and fell with every breath that she took. Her face had become pink which he very much appreciated. This was what he understood the most beside the main purpose of his existence in this wretched world. Lust, passion, desires, and the like of it. And this human, this woman has made him feel all of these just for. Making him unable to have another.