The First dark kiss of the black leather tongues
Unfamiliar Heavy Carnal Intense
Instant heat between her legs
The Second
A dull thudding sting – but not really a sting
The Third
She began to feel weak – frail
The Fourth
Overcome – wanting more – needing it to end
He was next to her, hair clutched in his hand
“Look at me”
She was spinning into a deep, satisfying coma
With effort she lifted her laden lids
“Sweet girl,” he whispered, touching between her sex. “You’re dripping…”
She uttered something incoherent
“You want more?”
She nodded
“Three – I’ll give you three.”
“More…” she begged, already addicted
“No. Just three!”
He released her hair, though dallied a moment at her sex with his teasing promise, eliciting a hungry hoarse groan.
His fingers dropped away
… the tendrils lashed through her skin, whispering to her soul
… she heard the distant echo of a cry
Her arms were dropping, he was lifting her,
laying her down on the bed, touching her, entering her…