Sparks Of Pleasure

When Veil was younger, she had a toy she always wanted to play with. Even when it got old and ragged, taking it away was the hardest thing. Her mother had once hidden it under a pile of clothing, and Veil had cried every day, unable to sleep without it.

But one day, when everyone had forgotten about it, Veil had been sorting out the pile of clothing when she discovered it at the end. She had felt excitement coarse through her bones as she held it in her hands. It was like the first time her father had brought it over during dinner.

Her lips parted slightly as she gazed up at it, feeling all her worries melt away. All the sleepless nights seemed worthwhile for that moment, and if Veil had been given the opportunity to lose the toy all over again, she would have.

It felt the same with Anders, his lips tugging at hers, probing her open. Veil gasped into his mouth and felt all her worries melt into that one moment. Perhaps, it was the alcohol increasing her feelings, but Veil knew