My mind is racing, and so is the way I breathe. This isn't how it's supposed to be. I thought I would be the one in control, given that this is Cornelius' first time with a woman. But in the face of Cornelius' overwhelming desire, I feel powerless at all his touch and kisses.
This is a different way of losing control. It is more carnal, more physical, as if he is forcing pleasure to radiate in my body.
"Please, Cornelius…" I say, my voice pleading. "Let me... oh god!"
Cornelius doesn't listen. Instead, he kisses me hard on the mouth, his tongue pushing past my lips. I try to push him away, but he's too strong. His hands are everywhere, touching me in ways that make me feel exposed and vulnerable. And yet, I can't deny the pleasure that starts to fill my body.
Finally, he pulls away, and I'm left trembling. My body is still throbbing from his touch. He takes in my appearance, and a satisfied smirk appears on his lips.
