STAY CLOSE TO ME
Her moans and whimpers wrapped
around me, each one a curse, each one a prayer. She hesitated. Her eyes said no, but her body betrayed her, trembling under my touch. I didn’t ask again, I claimed her like she was already mine. It wasn’t about force. It was about madness. Need. A hunger that neither of us could deny. I took her, deep, rough, relentless. She screamed my name into the night, her voice echoing off the trees like a hymn to madness. Her body trembled beneath me, covered in dirt and dried leaves, nothing between us but raw need and moonlight.