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
