Wicked lover
The act only became a vex and torment, instead of relaxation and pleasure.
When he pulled away, he was gasping for air, groaning as the excruciating pain seemed to strike him, leaving Julieta slump on the bed, unconscious and steady, like a ragged doll, tattered and beaten.
Though eaten by guilt, he couldn’t waste time staying there, as it seems the female’s scent only added to the torment.
The burning sensation seeped into his bones, stabbing through his nerves with such a ferocity he can compare to having a broken bone, except this one doesn’t disappear, unlike the normal wounds that heal instantly. He shivered with each step, to the point he struggled to raise his foot.