Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

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I screamed. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I just fell on the floor and began screaming. What had I done? Which one of the many wrong turns that I've made led to this? How could I let this happen? What were they thinking? Who were they with? Did they hate me? Had they hated me this whole time while I was oblivious to life? What had been so wrong with my life that I had to drink it away? At this point, I would never drink another drop if it meant having them back in my life. After a while, my screaming quieted and the tears dried. I glared at him and stalked off to my bedroom. After slamming the door, I threw myself on my bed and hoped for sleep.
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**** WARNING*** this book contains graphic details of sexual content and assault and is not appropriate for viewer's under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised! **You have been warned!** He's my obsession now, a drug I crave, and I his. I freely give into the madness, the place he takes me, and I willingly go to forget, forget about how crazy my life is right now, a place where sadness and fear do not exist. The high, unlike anything I've ever felt. Our tongues dancing passionately in rhythm with each other. His finger twisting in my hair pulling, teasing me, the prickling pain part of the high. Our bodies pushing and pulling together like magnets. I rake my finger nails up his back, an animal like sound rough and primal slips from his mouth. I'm naked, sprawled across his bed. Already two orgasms in. He tells me he likes the way my body trembles beneath him. "I'm going to wreck you now Ambrosia." His voice is rough. My inner muscles clench painfully at his words. He spreads me open and slams into me. I moan into the mattress my hands stretched above me; he holds them together as he makes good on his promise. His movements slowly becoming harder, faster, he bites down on my shoulder, the pain quickly forgotten as his lips kiss a trail to my neck, he reaches under me and pinches my swollen clit. His hand fists my hair forcing my head up. "Follow me." His voice is like honey. My body obeys clenching his shaft tight. "That's it." He whispers My body starts to spasm, an orgasm coming up fast until I can no longer hold onto reality, I eagerly let it slip from my fingers until I'm floating. This is what I crave, he is my drug.

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