Ruth gasped and tried to hold Edwin's wrist realising that he had just torn the last thing she held dear to keep her dignity intact. He tensed as soon as she held his wrist to stop him.
"It is not a good move my dear." He hissed against the valley between her breasts. Just to prove the seriousness of his threat, he bit on her right boob, making her scream again.
Realising the futility of her efforts, Ruth slowly loosened her grip on his wrist.
"Good girl!" He smiled against her skin before he licked the spot where he had just bit.
Ruth looked up at the ceiling with teary eyes and a wildly beating heart. She inhaled and then exhaled the air through her mouth while waiting in anticipation of what was about to serve on her plate.
A few moments later, she realised he had retreated from her. She could not feel the attacks of his hot breath on her skin. His hands were not holding her down anymore. And yet she could feel him right near her.
