Despite her guttural curses and the way she thrashes, the friction creates a sudden, slick heat. I can feel her natural lubrication beginning to flood out, a glistening evidence of her body betraying her mind. (5/7)
I feel her internal walls clamp down on me instantly, a desperate, involuntary grip that tells me everything I need to know. She is tightโabsurdly soโher anatomy gripping my fingers with a crushing intensity that speaks of a long-denied hunger. (4/7)
I scoff, a smirk playing on my lips. The bravado is a delicious appetizer.
Without a word, I reach down, my hand sliding past the waistband of her trousers to find the heat hidden between her thick thighs. I don't hesitate, driving two fingers deep into her core. (2/7)
"Touch me, and I'll skin you alive," she snarls, her voice a guttural rasp of defiance. Her eyes are wide and wild, flickering with a mixture of hatred and burgeoning fear, but the threat is emptyโshe is pinned, helpless, and exposed. (1/7)