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Devon I slam her against the wall of her bedroom. Something falls from a shelf and breaks against the floor. I ignore it, my bare feet slicing on the broken shards of glass. She rakes my back with her nails, and I relish the sensation of her heat on my skin. Our breaths are hot and heavy, fueled with hate and mad desire. I rub my hands all over her, feeling the fineness of her curves. I grab her bottom, squeezing the skin there. She cries out in pleasure as I use my other hand to rub the small folds between her thighs. I bite my lower lips, feeling her inside and out, exploring the alien landscape that is her body, the very thing I had denied myself. I tried to stop it. I really did. But when she flew at me like that, her teeth sinking into my neck, something else took over that I