Monday whispers -100 words

As fragile as a feather, her delicate fingers traced down the curve of her neck. Slender and without flaws, the ivory flesh prickled as she remembered him. The night before, he stained himself with her innocence, painting his masterpiece of sorts. Every inch of her body now covered with the memory of his presence, his wrath. With the tug of a much needed breath, she knew this was the first of many, but the only one with him. He gave into her fantasy with only one fatal rule. If she loved him she would savor him only in her dreams.

A.J. Luna

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