Fingertips

He tasted her on his fingertips, greedily licking them clean. She was seeping into his very being; became part of his essence. He felt her inside, spreading like a virus. Once she had taken over, she would never set him free again. A warmth engulfed him from within, taking away his will and power to ward her off. His fingertips were cold and tasteless. She was a part of him now.