Untameable: Enlightened Child Saga
* The fantasy was so vivid I could almost feel the ghost of his possession, a deep, hollow pulse blooming into a slick, wet heat between my thighs.
He inhaled deeply, his chest expanding against mine, and my own breath caught in my throat. My body, my treacherous, traitorous body, felt heavy, pinned in place by a pleasure so thick it was paralyzing. I tried to push him away, to slap him, to do something, but my limbs wouldn’t obey. They were weighted down, shackled by an invisible force, a lethargic pleasure that seeped into my muscles and turned them to liquid. Just like in the book.
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