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After this, my criteria for superlative descriptions like 'the bluest ocean' or 'the greenest grass' would be less attainable than before. Like the sex kitten I'd predicted she'd be, she brought two of her fingers to her mouth. She covered them with spit then she touched her glistening center. Staring at my face, she enticingly spread her pussy lips. Revealing how prettily pink the most intimate part of her was. Her body, the way she moved—everything about her was overloading my visual receptors. I might've been lying completely still, but my heart was ricocheting within my chest.

"HIS NIGHTMARES" "He parted her thighs, ohhh that fragrance, she smelt too nice of lavender and honey. He never thought a woman would smell as nice as this, he thought if she could smell like this her taste will be heavenly. He couldn't wait no longer as he dipped down his head, searching for her warmth his nose nuzzled her warmth. He parted his lips as he stuck out his tongue searching for her innermost warmth, he loved this woman, he loved how responsive she is under him.

I was breathing hard, my chest heaving, my heart a frantic drum against his hand. “Your heart is pounding,” he observed, his voice a low, seductive purr. “That’s a good detail. ‘His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic bird in a cage.’ It’s a bit of a cliché, but it works. It’s visceral.” His thumb found my nipple, and he circled it slowly, deliberately, before pinching it hard. I cried out, my back arching, my cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum now.

Beautiful, the word resonated within my mind, and I saw myself through his eyes. I saw how fragile I looked beneath him, how he thought my hair resembled a cloud of fire as it spilled down my back. I saw the glazed look of awe in my eyes as I stared up at him, the light dust of pink across my porcelain skin that he longed to run his hands over. I watched through his eyes as my body responded to him, the way my lips parted as blood flowed to them, so they appeared more pink, how my irises blew out to make my normally light blue eyes dark with desire. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he felt my nipples harden and smelled my desire as my body responded to his.

Boisterous howls ate like a horse in his ears, his hands clasped tightly on the sheets, his eyes shut tightly and strenuously. The hoots, the howls, the squeals, reverberated in his head, echoing garish than they ever did before. Fumes, houses on fire, people on fire, cadavers, tears of children, blood, blood, and lots of blood, they all glinted before his eyes. Raw fangs, deep gory eyes, bloody claws, silver power, deterred energy, more flashes in his vision.

The air felt heavier, denser, as though something unseen had stirred. Abraham’s eyes widened in shock, his face going pale as he stared down at the scattered coins. Suddenly Abraham stood frozen, his mind seized by the storm of visions that hit him like a hammer. His surroundings dissolved, and in their place, a hellish panorama unfolded. The capital was aflame, buildings crumbling like ash, and their grandeur reduced to ruin. The scent of burning flesh and scorched earth filled the air, mingling with the acrid tang of smoke. The streets, once bustling with life, were soaked in crimson. Rivers of blood coursed through the avenues, carrying with them the bodies of the dead, their faces twiste

Third person’s POV The blasting of the cannons, the yells and screams of bleeding hearts full of strong desire to grasp justice and stability, are all gone. The field that had once grown vast seas of dandelions now was covered in crimson blood. Cruelty, deceit, and wondrous bloodshed. Killing and rivalry had never left the world. His eyes were like raging seas, his every step closer and nearer to where the subject is was like thunder meeting the ground. The fire had been ignited and there was no turning back.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He was devastating. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> That was the word her mind produced and then confirmed and then offered no alternative for. Devastating in the specific way that things were devastating when they exceeded every previous category you had for them, when the reality of them arrived and was simply larger than your preparation for it. Every line of him was deliberate and had always been deliberate, made by hands that had been in a particular mood that day, the kind of mood where you simply kept going because the work was justifying itself. Broad shoulders and the long lines of his body and his skin that caught the borderland's complex light and held it, burnished gold t