And this time...I couldn’t hate it.
My loathing turned to liking. My hatred to harrowing welcome.
My heartbeat left the epicentre of my chest, cannonballing into every extremity. My toes felt it. My ears felt it. Even the strands of my hairthump-thumpedin time.
I’m hot.
I’m cold.
I was sick.
I was cured.
What’s happening?
A gust, a gale, a monsoon ripped through my body. Whatever the woman had given me tore up my denials and aversion, switching them into the sudden overwhelming desire to kiss him back.
God, a kiss. Such a delicacy. A tongue, such a gift.
Kiss him.
I tore myself away, spitting on the flax mat. “No!”
Cut turned into a rippling watermark, decorated with flames and starlight. “I don’t believe you.” His fingers traced my skin, drawing hungry blood to the surface. My mouth said no but my body saidyes.
No...this can’t...
I moaned, struggling against the ropes as I fell deeper and deeper into whatever spell he’d fed me.
I didn’t know what lacquered my mouth.
I didn’t know what made its fiery way into my belly.
But I did know it was aggressive and possessive and persuasive.
Vicious.
Far, far stronger than anything I’d ever had before.
I can’t fight it.
My tongue went numb, followed by my throat and skin. My pussy throbbed for release. My mind howled for connection. I’d never been so disappointed in myself nor so annoyed at preventing such delicious need from billowing.
I split in two.
I became something I wasn’t.
I became a creature with no morals or humanity, just an animal wanting to fuck.
Shivers hijacked me as I fought against the overwhelming sensation to let go. To give in to the magic. To be swept away by the river of sin.
“Do it, Nila. Let it take you.” Cut’s fingers were tiny birds upon my spine, feathering into my hair.
I moaned, trembling and wanting.
“Let it win and tonight won’t be rape. Tonight will be the best fucking sex of your life.”
No.
