“Focus,” he said, tugging the rope.
But how? Her mind ran in circles, this way and that, yapping like a little dog.
He layered pleasure and pain, smothering thoughts with an escalating craving for Him, consuming her in flames, until nothing remained but a soft floating feeling – ashes of who she had been, landing.
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