Never Invited Before

The idea of them gripping me for him to have at me was horrifying.

I swallowed the lump of fear that conjured.

I knelt before him. Catching his forearms and drawing him down with me. I laid on my back and slowly opened my legs for him to kneel between them.

His eyes narrowed on me.

“Come, Mathis.” I opened my arms to him.

“Have me.” Even to my own ears, my voice had become far away and haunting. Beckoning in a way that didn’t sound like me at all.

The darkness seemed to rip from his eyes like a curtain lifting. Jerking and then rising until they were fully green again.

He obediently crawled over me. Then hesitated. He shook his head once. Then twice.

Like a wounded animal.

As if trying to come back to sanity. Trying to regain that seething rage he taps into when he ravishes me so viciously.

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He retreated back down between my legs.

“No!” He snarled. He put his palms to his temples and roared in frustration.

He abruptly caught my hips and jerked me over onto my knees. Li