Ravaging Mrs Claire
Fear.
Instead… she moaned.
A low, throaty, shameless sound.
Her eyes rolled back for a second, lids fluttering.
I shoved her down hard. She hit the floor on her hands and knees.
Her whole body trembled, but not from pain.
She laughed again, soft and delighted, like I’d just given her a gift.
For one terrified heartbeat I thought: What the fuck is wrong with her?
Then she pushed herself up, sat back on her heels, tilted her head, and crawled forward until she was kneeling right in front of me.