"Wrong move, Kismet." He seethed to her response. His knee came to rest between her thighs on the chair, leaning forward he let his lips just brush her neck. His hunger was far from sated, she would give him a drink for breakfast before he began the path of breaking her.

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Fabric soaked vermillion, the sound of choked sobs. The smell of iron and what... Arousal? How could fear and lust mingle in such an intoxicating way.

The tip of the knife traced up their thigh until the bump of fabric halted the path. With a swift slice the fabric covering precious parts fell.

"P-please, oh god p-please keep going." Her voice hoarse from screaming my name. The begs she made were far more powerful than a siren luring in a sea-fairing man.

Christ her warmth was going to consume me. I could feel my cock tensing and aching.

"Your god watches us fuck like animals, baby."
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The way her skin turned to gooseflesh as my nails traced her exposed spine made a low groan slip through my teeth.
Fuck. Her silky-smooth skin radiated heat, a heat I wanted to burn in. My cock throbbed at the idea of being devoured by her ribbed walls. I would make her mine, no matter the cost.
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