WARNING: Smut (ahahaha)
Placing a soft kiss on Bentley's lips, Atticus pushed her deeper into the bed. The combined scent of vanilla and cinnamon had become intoxicating, causing Atticus' brain to fog over. Two bodies tangled together, each giving off an ethereal glow in the dark confines of the bedroom. One was white, and the other was red. Together, they created a soft contrast against each other.
"Atticus..." The way she said his name was so sweet and alluring, Atticus' self control nearly snapped right then and there.
"Mm?" He gently brushed the loose hair away from her shoulder, kissing her neck as he went.
"This vile demon wishes to defile you..." Smiling, she sucked in a breath. "To taint your angelic body's innocence..."
"The body may be innocent," Atticus told her, "But my spirit has long since been corrupted by you,"
"Then would you let me corrupt you completely?"