The Fallen Valkyrie

The Wilder side.

The Norse gods has always been this way, savage and reckless and wild. They had their ways the old ways, the ways of vikings nonetheless the vikings had adapted their ways from the gods for sure. They made love in that way wild and reckless, and nasty.

Just that way Bianca felt it in her when Jeremy grabbed her face and smashed his lips upon hers. It was savage and insane it was rough, really rough, and she loved it. She was surprised although, because Jeremy had alwys been gentle with his ways in life. He was a soft kind of guy a really soft kind of guy. The kind of guy who would not even talk roughly, his voice was like silk and cotton and even his lips tasted like the cotton cady. But the way he was kissing Bianca it said otherwise.

Bianca was losing herself she didn't know what was happening she was not thinking neither she wanted to think, and she knows she wouldn't do a good job thinking. 

Jeremy grabbed her hands in his and pushed them behind, against the wall over her head. She can feel the strings of her hair coming in between as Jeremy's lips brushed against hers.