Though the lips of the statue never moved… he could hear its frightened voice as it vanished, “Save us.”
As the scene faded and the mysterious light turned back to darkness, Kyou gently ended the kiss and gazed down at the girl beneath him. ‘Save us?’ His golden eyes traveled down to the pulse beating rapidly at the arc of her neck as if it were beckoning to him.
“I am not a savior,” he whispered in confusion. He knew there was only one way he could keep her safe… forever. Kyou lowered his lips to her neck feeling the power there.
Kyoko suddenly understood what he was going to do and jerked her face around to stare up at him.
Their eyes locked and Kyou flinched. She should be completely under his t****l by now but she was not. Why? He felt like, instead, he was the one under her t****l
