Then came images of his eyes, with black lining the rims and an inked diamond cutting through a single orb. The forbidden jester hovering over me, breaking through me, taking me. His hips whipping into mine, his erect length—he would say his cock—pitching into my wet folds, flaring them wide, opening them. His green irises flashing with satisfaction, his pupils on fire, and my reflection coming undone within them. Him, pinning me to the mattress. Me, riding every thrust of that cock. Us alone, charging at each other, wanting each other, tearing each other to shreds.
