Dr. West's secret lover

Dr. West's secret lover

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'When I went to medical school, I found my self at the passionate mercy of my teaching doctor Dr. Herbert West. Legend has it he experiments on bring the dead back to life. But he was also a brilliant forensic pathologist; that was what turned me on about him. He was kinda nerdy and creepy, but I wanted to be at his "mercy." I had a crush on West when I saw him as my teaching doctor. But little did I know that he would be my lover. when he first kissed me it was "creepy" but kinda of romantic. It was in the hospital morgue, when he first kissed me, so passionately and sweetly. This guy was called a freak whenever seen outside of the morgue. But I was in love with him. When his hands started to wander from our embrace to my other body parts... I knew he was in love with me, and attracted. His touch was wonderful. He knew how to make you wait, and what you wanted. "kiss me.....again!" I begged.'
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| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

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