His words hold her, pin her to the wall, steal her breath. Each word possess her, slips within her and tightens his hold. Word after word, sweat dripping down burning skin, finds its way deep inside her. Building her need, her desire. For his touch, his control, his hunger. Words. Powerful, seductive and dangerous. He wields them with harsh care and holds her on the edge, teetering before the fall. “Are you ready Baby?” “Yes. Please.” Someday, but not now. He teases
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 01:15:57 +0000
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