How is human society different from the animal world?
It's all about survival of the fittest. Predators take the breath of the weak, stripping her bare, her tender buttocks writhing powerlessly on the bed, her long hair being gripped firmly in the man's hand, tugging down with some force, offering her lips and tongue willingly.
Step by step, he invaded her territory. The man before her grasped her smooth, tender breasts without mercy, toying roughly with the hardened buds, pressing down on her erect nipples, twisting and scraping.
His hardness pressed against her softness, blood smearing her breasts, filling her nostrils with a sweet metallic scent.
Is the blood of the poachers tainted with the sorrowful cries of wild elephants? How can it be red? It should be the black of sinking into a swamp, outlining Amelia's most hated expression.
She felt filthy, forced to retreat step by step.
Behind her was the bed.
Liam's rough fingertips pressed against Amelia's delicate collarbone, applying his full weight with her movements, his hot breath spraying into the crook of her neck, licking heavily.
The ticklish sensation made her toes curl, her teeth biting her lower lip, desperately suppressing the urge to cry out.
The wet licking continued downward, his face buried between her breasts, taking a deep breath of the milky scent, one hand wantonly covering her lower body, fingers finding the pearl at her entrance, pressing harder.
The wet sensation slowly spread like a form of torture. Liam couldn't wait any longer, opting for a more brutal method—half a fingertip shoved inside, probing.
The sudden intrusion caused Amelia's abdomen to tighten, her legs entwining as her body arched.
No!
How could she react to this man's provocation?
The last of her psychological defenses crumbled when she saw the transparent, shiny liquid on Liam's fingers.
In the small space that had been completely dominated by the scent of male hormones, sweet scent began to rise.
"You've made my sheets wet."
His deep laughter was drowned out by the quick unbuckling of his belt. The blood-stained vest remained on.
"Tonight, only your blood will stain this bed."
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Predator
RomanceShe used to think that hyenas were the fiercest predators on the savannah. That was until she met him, a man who navigated the African black market with ease, instantly seeing through her true identity. "Choose to follow me? Or be chewed up until n...
