He explores my tattoos with his tongue.
“My body is a map. Follow the dragon’s scales. I assure you, treasure awaits.”
He’s rough, his kisses clumsy from whiskey. At the bar, I laughed at his jokes, feigned interest in his band. Now, his lips travel up my thigh, past my stomach, where the black dragon twists around skulls with leering eyes.
The beast’s elongated neck curves around my breast, its head rests on my shoulder, its fiery tongue licks the nape of my neck.
His final kiss exposes his jugular, pulsating, ready for my teeth, ready to satiate my hunger.
Author bio: Scott Paul Hallam is a dark fiction writer living in Pittsburgh, PA. His work has been published in Cease, Cows; Switchblade Magazine; Night to Dawn Magazine; Unnerving’s “Hardened Hearts” anthology; and Sanitarium Magazine among others. Follow him on Twitter at @ScottHallam1313.
Hunger is part of 101 Fiction issue 22.
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