"Your blood smells wonderful." Dean growls in your ear as he strips you down to only your underwear. He had this psychotic look in his eyes that frightened you; yet somehow you were aroused by him.
"What do you front from me?" You manage to croak out in a weak, dry voice. He laughs.
"Isn't it obvious?" He balls his fists and moves his wrists in a circular motion. "I want you to have all of me." His right hand slowly moved across his chest and then down to the bottom of his shirt. Something inside you wanted him. All of him.
As he was taking his shirt off, you couldn't help but watch. This lunatic held you hostage and yet you wanted him to have his way with you.
"I bet your body would look wonderful pressed against mine."
"Why don't we test it and see?" Those words; those words had come out of your mouth and you couldn't believe it.
"Ooh, I have a Fiesty one I see... " Dean runs his hands down your cheek and you could see his eyes goetting .bigger. "I wonder how loudly I can make you scream."
"I can feed your dirty mind." You knew this only excited him. No longer were you afraid; you were enticed by his maneurisms and intrigued by his raspy voice.
"So you're finally starting to come around... " Dean whispered as he pushed you onto the bed. "I'll make you scream louder than you ever have before."
