His eyes flashed crimson in the middle of the night, and a startled gasp escaped her lips as she came to.
He approached her slowly, much like a predator would... and Amelia truly thought she was the prey. But unlike most preys that would cower back in fear, or even try to make a run for it, she was frozen in her spot.
When he finally reached the edge of the bed, he grabbed her ankle and brought her closer to him, until both her legs wrapped around his middle. She could feel something poking at the inside of her thigh, and she could only whimper in wanton desire and abandon.
“What are you doing to me?” He asked her in a hushed tone, sounding like a crazed man, like someone who had trouble holding it in.
She wanted to tell him that she wasn't doing anything, or to be more precise not
