Mature Content. 18+
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And maybe it was that coyness or maybe it was Esme stripped of all her stubbornness as she begged him that did it for him because he entered her in one rough thrust.
The need to consume her was overwhelming him.
''Ah...'' Esme cried in pain, warm tears rolling down her cheeks.
Aleister's eyes narrowed, ''You...'' he was in disbelief as he felt her tightly clenching around him.
He believed her words earlier even though he had acted like he had not. And the thought of killing that man was fixated in his mind but he never blamed Esme for any of it.
There was nothing to blame her for. No matter where she stopped, where she tried shelter during a rainy night. When the rain stopped, he was going to be her destination.
No matter whose arms she landed in because of his absence. At the end of the day, she was his.
And the man who touched her… was his 'prey'.