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Vail_Indigo
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I like it when she struggles.
I like how she growls, and her fists pound on my back, and her nails dig at my flesh angrily.
I like the sound of her when she’s slammed against something hard.
Floor.
Wall.
Counter.
I like how that makes her pause, stunned, confused, a tiny, tiny bit afraid.
Maybe more than a tiny, tiny bit afraid.
But she’s angry too. I used to think it was the fear I loved, but it isn’t.
Its the anger.
Its hot, unrelenting, powerful.
Just like she is.
She’s no victim.
She fights, she even almost wins.
And she’ll keep clawing at me, keep trying to bite me, hit me, anything she can to get me to stop.
Until that one moment.
Right before she goes over the edge.
That point the instant before her body surrenders to me, and I see it in her eyes and she adores me.
Loves me.
Her struggles become thrashes.
Her screams and growls become moans and whimpers.
Her body wraps around me, tightly.
And her eyes never leave mine.
Pleading.
“Don’t ever let go.”
I like how she growls, and her fists pound on my back, and her nails dig at my flesh angrily.
I like the sound of her when she’s slammed against something hard.
Floor.
Wall.
Counter.
I like how that makes her pause, stunned, confused, a tiny, tiny bit afraid.
Maybe more than a tiny, tiny bit afraid.
But she’s angry too. I used to think it was the fear I loved, but it isn’t.
Its the anger.
Its hot, unrelenting, powerful.
Just like she is.
She’s no victim.
She fights, she even almost wins.
And she’ll keep clawing at me, keep trying to bite me, hit me, anything she can to get me to stop.
Until that one moment.
Right before she goes over the edge.
That point the instant before her body surrenders to me, and I see it in her eyes and she adores me.
Loves me.
Her struggles become thrashes.
Her screams and growls become moans and whimpers.
Her body wraps around me, tightly.
And her eyes never leave mine.
Pleading.
“Don’t ever let go.”