The Shape of Destiny
My fingers found her center and rubbed hard, matching the fury pounding through me.
She spread her legs wider, giving me more.
I smiled against her shoulder.
This was always the response. Bending people to my will was a gift. Making them do my bidding even when it required a bit of uh… physical persuasion, was my forte.
Pleasure rippled through my body when they squirmed under my touch, my stare, my power. When they cowered at my name, when the memory of me carved itself into their nightmares, I felt like a god ruling over the damned.