[Ceri] This is how I pray

She tossed and turned in her bed, the day sleep heavy upon her. The dream made her restless, the sense of thunder and rain in it, deep red passion, like blood, making her break out into a thin sheen of sweat. In the dream the sense of fear and lust became stronger, of silken bonds tying around her, stretching her out, leaving her open and vulnerable, her heart on her breast, her throat bare. The storm broke, torrential rain slamming down on her, soaking her clothes and skin and hair. Hands gripped her body, a hard kindred body sliding against her rain slick one, till his mouth reaches her throat. His lips caress, and just before biting down, a whisper echoes around them both –

This is how I pray….

And then the bliss of the kiss floods her body like the rain, leaving her as naked and exposed as the blood welling into his mouth.

Ceri wakes to the clap of thunder outside, and stares into the dark. The eyes are not the eyes of a kindred in control, but the eyes of a woman who sees utterly clearly how dangerous her attraction and desire is, and yet still cannot turn away.