Moans of rapture tore from her throat, his touch once again bringing her to the pinnacle of lust. Nails embedded in flesh, they would match her own. Every inch of her body now drenched with his wicked desires. She knew nothing more than to be consumed by the needs she hid from the world. Eyes closed, on the inside of her lids, the story played on like a movie on the big screen. His hands her own, she fought the craving, but he flooded her with fears of his sadistic mind once again. She would drown in a puddle of sin.