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She laid down pressing her sensuously curved body into mine; my hands ran over her back and down over her cheeks; I squeezed and dug my fingers into the muscled firmness. When she sat up, she reached between her legs and tucked just the tip inside. Breathing deep, her lungs filled with air, as she lowered herself onto the rock-hard shaft. She was so horny, there was no gradual penetration this time; she impaled herself with the whole thing, till she was resting in my lap. Remnant cum and sexual activity had her pussy primed to the point of little resistance. "Mmmm...yeah...fill me up! Yeah...yeah, that feels...ahhhh...amaaazzzing!"

Before whips and names and collars. This wasn’t just obsession anymore. It was war. She sat back down, cracked her knuckles, and whispered to herself, “You want me to become you? Careful. I don’t just imitate. I devour.” Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to dig deeper, to claw her way into the predator’s den. But first— She clicked the lights off. Let the night see her true face.

"You're dehydrating yourself. A stupid tactic if you're trying to keep your mind sharp." ​"I don't like the taste of the tap down here," she said smoothly, standing up from the cot. She didn't rush. She moved with a slow, feline deliberation, smoothing the front of her canvas top before taking three steps toward the glass. "It smells like bleach and desperation. Reminds me too much of you."

I smirk as I look down at her and inch in just a bit more. “Why not? You think I’m too much of a prick to enjoy being around drunk idiots in a confined space?” “I was… I just… observation.. like you always seem so put together, I guess I just thought you’d be more of a ball or a gala person.” “Do I seem put together now?” I was so close. I took the sight of her in, slowly. I could see her eyes so clearly. Gorgeous brown orbs darting around frantically under my perusal. Even in this sweat filled room, I could still smell her. Faint hints of vanilla just gently hitting me in the face. I continue my tour of her face. She doesn’t have freckles or beauty marks and yet she is so intoxicating to lo

“Remake.” And in the quiet after, wrapped in her scent, her warmth, her unyielding fire, I knew I’d burn the whole damn kingdom to keep her like this. Instantly I was hard for her again.

She stepped into the center of the marked floor, spine straight, skin still humming from the earlier burn of Damian’s body. And she whispered, almost lovingly: “Let them watch.”

I feel a little guilty as she is an unwilling participant in this and will never remember any of it. I wrap my arms around her and as I lean in I coat my fangs in both the numbing and my pleasure venom so that this time she doesn’t even feel my fangs enter her skin. She lets out a low moan as my venom spreads through her. I fight the sensation of doing the same.

And beautiful, and gorgeous. And all the words he could not remember or was aware of. She stood tall at five-six without any heels, in her red coat and pants, hair in a messy bun and a face devoid of any hint of makeup.Except for the dark red lipstick. He had noticed she had started applying it not less than a few days earlier. And it could not be more harmful. Her natural red lips which were hard to ignore, were now more tempting, and all he could think was to taste them.

She holds me by my a** and pushes me towards her as if to tell me something. “Harder.” She finally says impatiently biting my neck a little, sending waves across my entire body. She drives me crazy. I remove my d**k, and I pull her towards me, placing her legs on my shoulders so that I can get full access of her. I position my d**k on her entrance and I slowly penetrate her.

She’s so fucking wet, all I can think of is burying myself balls deep in all that slippery sweetness. But then the familiar scent of incense drifts in, assaulting my senses. Goddamnit.