“I’m here because I dream about you, the taste of your pussy, your moans, your cries, the way you beg for me...” I instantly become wet as his warm breath, spiced with just a hint of brandy, caresses the shell of my ear. “Because as soon as I leave after having you, I want you again. And then even when I have that, it’s not enough. When I see another man look at you the way I do, I want to kill him. I want to swallow you. I want to consume you. I want to possess you. I want you.” His other hand reaches around and cradles the nape of my neck. It feels so small in his grasp, like he could snap
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