(Source image: "Scratch" by Ronan Spelman)
The heat was unbelievable, the electricity palpable, the desire tangible. He dropped his head on his chest, relishing the sizzle as her nails raked scarlet furrows down his body.
Fresh blood smells like copper. Primal thoughts stirred in his brain, dimly recalling ancient days when that scent meant either fight or flight.
Fight, then. He growled low in his throat and swept her up in his arms. In two quick movements he was pounding into her. And so it began...
Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 60-80 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:
"...fresh blood smells like copper..."
Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).
The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along.
Advizor: http://advizortoall.blogspot.com (Advizor was also overlooked last week through an error on my part; go check out last week's contribution as well).
Sephani Paige: http://sephanipaige.wordpress.com
Slow Burn: http://burnslowly-slowburn.blogspot.com
Luna Mauvaise: http://lunamauvaise.blogspot.com
Adam: http://thetattooedwriter.com/Blog (Adam is new to the group; go say hello, please)
Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way.