I'm so excited to finally share a tidbit from Scathe, which is currently in the editorial stages.
Luciano yearned to pepper kisses on the smooth surface while his fingertips memorized her curves. Her mask hid her face, leaving only dark eyes staring back at him through the pale. The mask's painted cherry-red lips matched the bushel of feathers crowning the head dress. He was more curious to the mouth underneath. He wanted to taste her lips, to see if she held the reminiscent sweet-tang of the carnival's rich vino he had yet to taste. Above all, he wanted to feel those lips on his skin.
His cock pulsed with the first flow of blood to an area he hadn't given much thought to over the centuries. This little minx had him ready and willing with the scent of her perfume and with just a few bats of her thick eyelashes. Everything about this woman was exquisite, a rarity to be cherished, but he knew nothing about her. As intrigued as he was, he'd be tempted to throw out his own house rule about sexually intermingling with the humans. A wild part of him considered taking her as his mistress.
"What is your name?"
A smirk pulled at her lips. "Why do you want to know?"
Luciano scoffed. She enjoyed teasing him too much. If she only knew who and what she faced, she'd think twice about being flippant on her answers. "Must you question every question I ask?" That earned him a dazzling laugh, one that pulled him to step closer. What made this woman so enthralling…so familiar? Was she a succubus and he was too blinded by her outer beauty to see it?
**This is not the final edited piece from the story.**
Luciano yearned to pepper kisses on the smooth surface while his fingertips memorized her curves. Her mask hid her face, leaving only dark eyes staring back at him through the pale. The mask's painted cherry-red lips matched the bushel of feathers crowning the head dress. He was more curious to the mouth underneath. He wanted to taste her lips, to see if she held the reminiscent sweet-tang of the carnival's rich vino he had yet to taste. Above all, he wanted to feel those lips on his skin.
His cock pulsed with the first flow of blood to an area he hadn't given much thought to over the centuries. This little minx had him ready and willing with the scent of her perfume and with just a few bats of her thick eyelashes. Everything about this woman was exquisite, a rarity to be cherished, but he knew nothing about her. As intrigued as he was, he'd be tempted to throw out his own house rule about sexually intermingling with the humans. A wild part of him considered taking her as his mistress.
"What is your name?"
A smirk pulled at her lips. "Why do you want to know?"
Luciano scoffed. She enjoyed teasing him too much. If she only knew who and what she faced, she'd think twice about being flippant on her answers. "Must you question every question I ask?" That earned him a dazzling laugh, one that pulled him to step closer. What made this woman so enthralling…so familiar? Was she a succubus and he was too blinded by her outer beauty to see it?
**This is not the final edited piece from the story.**
sexy & sinful art
Le génie du mal [The genius of evil, aka; Lucifer]; Guillaume Geefs
“The statue was originally a commission for Geefs’ younger brother Joseph, who completed it in 1842 and installed it the following year. It generated controversy at once and was criticized for not representing a Christian ideal.The cathedral administration declared that “this devil is too sublime.” The local press intimated that the work was distracting the “pretty penitent girls” who should have been listening to the sermons.”
“The statue was originally a commission for Geefs’ younger brother Joseph, who completed it in 1842 and installed it the following year. It generated controversy at once and was criticized for not representing a Christian ideal.The cathedral administration declared that “this devil is too sublime.” The local press intimated that the work was distracting the “pretty penitent girls” who should have been listening to the sermons.”