“And you will satisfy my desires from now on.”
He continued that soothing action but to me it was torture. His touch has only one thing in my heart; repugnance.
The feelings he has induced within me in just a few moments made me petrified because if I can't spend a few moments with him, how can I spend the rest of my life?
What is killing me the most is that his touch is not rough at all. It was tender. He was gently moving his hands. “I know…”
Touching me softly, treasuring me but not loving me. The touch was affectionate but not loving. I can't understand his intentions.
“Exactly. All authority to your beautiful body.” He let out a quiet chuckle but If he wants to fulfill his needs, why there's need for softness when there's no compassion?
Obscured by his actions I remained still as he moved his hands. He nibbled on my earlobe and then kissed my neck. I quiver when I feel his lips.
“Mine.”
