After Dark
He kept me pinned against the door, his gaze burning into mine, his grip firm.
And then, he led me. Not with force, but with a silent, terrifying demand in his eyes. My legs felt like jelly, but they moved. He led me to the center of the room, to a soft rug, away from the door. Every part of me resisted, but every part of me also obeyed. He said nothing, his eyes never leaving mine, and in the terrifying silence, he brought me down with him. The world tilted. His hand moved, a calculated, unhurried invasion, parting me, exploring. My breath hitched, a strangled sound in my throat, half protest, half something I didn’t want to name. His head descended, and a sharp, unfamiliar sensation pierce
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