SECRET OBSESSION
He dropped the book, the pages flipping open to an image of a peasant with her arms tied behind her back getting spit-roasted by a pair of werewolves.
"Husband hasn't made enough time for Tink," she growled, her free hand gently squeezing her breast through the fabric of her dress. All four of her nipples stood out now, and her breath came in fast, rasping bursts. Mike was suddenly aware of the crackling of the fire, the air rich with the smell of old books and leather. The entire universe only consisted of this room, this quiet place where he and Tink were the only living beings in all of existence.
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