Touch me tender, Break me wild: A Steamy Compilation
Suspense knotted my gut; this wasn't just healing, it was surrender, handing the beast to her control.
She looped the vines around my wrists, pulling me up to stand, then hoisting my arms high until the wood bit into my back. The vines tightened, pulsing with her words—some old chant under her breath—mimicking the turmoil inside me, coiling and releasing in rhythm with my spasms. It symbolized the fight, her way of saying we could tame it if we faced it head-on. Naked now, my body exposed, cock half-hard from the adrenaline and her nearness, I felt vulnerable, raw. The air hung heavy with the scent of earth from the vines and her skin, sweat and herbs mixing.