Fire and Ice

It was actually happening. He was on top of her, the feeling of complete control coursing through his veins. His blood was running hot now and he could feel the heat of effort rolling off of her in ribbons. And he was definitely no stranger to the smell of her womanhood so close to his own masculinity...She was desperate now, flailing her legs in futility at his underbelly. His jaws squeezed harder on the sensitive vein until she stopped struggling. His hips shimmied themselves into position above her and his grip loosened slightly around her neck, allowing him to make the short, sharp movement necessary to complete his domination.

---FADE TO BLACK---