It is an pull like no other.
A desire unlike any you have ever felt.
To hurt her.
To mark her.
To taste her.
To consume her — whole and completely.
For so very long, she has been in your way and under your skin. Glaring at you from across the office. Talking about you, whenever your back was turned.
And now, with your clothes and hers torn off and thrown.
With her naked body pressed deep against hers.
You are no longer focused on finish or final. Not seeking, as you had, to make her back off or to leave you be.
No, now you want…. Now you need…. Now you breathe, just to claim her. To break her will, her resistance, her very spirit, and then to devour her in every way that word can mean.
And in only seconds, when you and she have rolled up and then over. When she has you pinned beneath her whimpering — tearful and breathless.
It is your star-crossed enemy who will feel that same insatiable hunger and find herself overcome by that same primal need.
