You wake to lips on your neck, gently caressing, searching. Cold fingers on your chest, sliding toward your shoulders, pinning you down.
Her long dark hair’s in your face, tiny curls tickling your nose, her tongue wrapped around yours.
She’s already naked, already wet for you, from you. Her breasts, her body, pressed hard against you, her legs hugging your waist.
She’s going to take you inside her, she’ll hold you there, deeply. You’ll come deep in her, sooner rather than later, whether you want to or not. She’s taken you past the place of choice.
You can’t breathe, or speak. Her teeth tore into your throat, ripped out your tongue.
You’re inside her and she’s soaking wet, wet with your blood.
You’ve never been with a woman like her, nor will you ever be again.6 comments
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