Six Sentence Sunday #3

Wow, three weeks of S.S.S.! Nearly 10k into my latest book, but now I'm switching books and I'm putting six sentences from an older story. This is from my fantasy w/romantic elements: Fire Dancer (formerly known as: The Girl in Amber Flame)...

So without further ado...

     His words punctuated each snap of flesh against flesh. She moaned, denying it. His eyes flashed and what he did next laced her soul with horror and she screamed.

Then he was quieting her with his toxic kiss. The one that drained her of thought, of fight, of anything but the primal need to have more and more. But like a parasite, all he did was take and take, giving nothing back, and each time he took she became less and less...

:)