Devour

Delayed Gratification

Ansley His hands were so hot on my body. The way they glided over every contour of my flesh. The way those sapphire blue eyes made my skin burn with a white hot flame. I couldn’t think straight. I had to open my smart mouth. I had to entice his lust. Why couldn’t I have just been silent? I could’ve just slept the rest of the way—to wherever he was taking me—instead of waking up. I should have just stayed knocked out. His sinful breath fanned my skin, making goosebumps break out all over me. He pulled me close. Curse the deity! He smelled like cinnamon candy. I had to swallow my own drool. “I’ll do far more than prove it.” He put his thumb under my chin, and held my head in place. He brushed his lips against mine, the action chaste. Brief. But it was just enough to tip me over the edge. I had been in slumber for almost a decade. I was woken abruptly from my rest, before my time. There were so many carnal desires I had to fulfill before I could consider myself sane. My blood lust. ...