SCREWED

*TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of Rape

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Louisa started to feel like she would break if he kept on claiming her lips so savagely. Rochester did not look like he was willing to quit even if she did. He, in a short beat, peeled open her mouth to thrust right into her. Louisa was not prepared for how he plunged his wet tongue inside her mouth. Was she meant to take it? She wanted to so badly. She did. She could not just smell the rum off of him. She could now also taste the liquor off his tongue. And while that sounded gross, she did enjoy it all the more.

If it was Rochester doing this to her, then it had to feel right. It did feel good. More than that, she could not only feel but share in every emotion he'd kept hidden from her, for so long...

Rochester soon pulled out his tongue and resumed kissing her deeply as before.