morning sex where you're both half-asleep, quiet groans and warm breaths against eachothers necks. the sun on your skin as you get eachother closer to release. please.....
i like to watch your silent cries for help as im tracing the knife down your already wounded back. it gets me so hard, to see you like this. a scared, crying mess. so raw. so tender.
look at you, little bunny. all broken and crying. is the floor comfortable? let's get you into bed. i'll be more gentle this time, i promise- no more punching. you really shouldn't try to run with your dislocated ankle, bun.
"please, baby. let me touch you, i know it's what you've been craving for so long. i can give it to you. we can forget it ever happened afterwards. let me make you feel good."