But you and James have been rather closed-mouthed about the topic.” The reporter gives me a slight but encouraging smile, her blue hair slipping over one eye. “There’s been so much written about your involvement with Killian James. This is life.īut that’s the thing about life it can change in an instant. Nothing-nothing-on Earth gives a charge like this. Everything I am, I put into my voice, my playing. The Animal responds, its love so potent that my dick gets rock hard, the hairs on the back of my neck lift. It pours out of me like lava, igniting the air, inciting a riot of eager screams. Jax and Rye join in, their riffs weaving an intricate pattern. Whip’s drums start up, a pulsing beat, and my body moves with it. The answering cry is so loud, I rock back on my heels.Ī guitar is placed in my hand, the smooth neck both a familiar comfort and an adrenaline kick. I answer its call, and a wave of sound and sheer energy crashes over me as I walk into the light.Īnd I am the one who controls it. A shiver licks over my skin, my balls drawing tight. The roar grows louder, followed by a thump, thump, thump. He’s chugging a bottle of water, his free hand tapping an agitated rhythm on his knee.ĭevil, Animal, Mistress-we all have our name for it.
“You ready to dance with the devil?” Whip asks no one in particular.
My heart rate begins to rise, adrenaline already kicking in. I feel it in my bones, in the subtle charge that lights the air, and in the tremble beneath my feet. And because you become so dependent on it, you come to hate it a little bit as well. But when it loves you?ĭamn, but it’s the best feeling on Earth. If it hates you, there’s nothing to do about it but endure and hope you survive without being completely shredded until you can safely make your escape. It can love you one moment, then hate you the next, and you never know what side of it you’re going to see until it’s upon you. Killian James, lead singer and guitarist, Kill John To be a part of that, to be the soundtrack of someone’s life, is a beautiful thing.
Your rage, your sorrow, your joy, your pain. Music can be your friend when you have none, your lover when you’re needy.
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