The Predator

Dripping wet body went limp but still... responsive. Every twitch, every gasp, every damn moan – all for me. She had no control, none. I took it from her. And the way she crumbled in my grip, the way her body sang with need even when she hated me – fuck. I was already hard again, just looking at her like this.

She tried to push me away. Tried. But her hands fell uselessly at her sides, too weak to do anything. Her mind screamed no, but her body always begged for more, even now, when I’d already devoured her once tonight.

My body hummed, every fiber coiled...