He was like the hungry wolf and it was more apt, now that I knew his reality.

He was as impatient as our first night. Well, basically half of it. We never got to finish the act at that time.

His kisses ravaged all over my neck as his hands mishandled me.

It felt good. It felt raw. And my moans and groans were begging him to continue what he was doing.

He ripped my dress off with his fangs as I saw his beastly side slowly arising. Strangely, I wasn't scared. There was a weird sense of familiarity.

I could see my chest heaving so loudly that I was...