her. Self-control is everything. If I sink inside her and finally let go of the reins that keep the ravenous beast contained, I might kill her. Savannah’s muffled moans vibrate against my palm, her eyes tearing up. Every muscle in my body trembles beneath the pressure of restraining the evil inside me—the same evil that condemned me to death yet now wants to unleash on her swollen pussy. To fuck her until she begs for death’s sweet mercy, and maybe, if the beast inside me isn’t satisfied, I might grant her it. No.
