She wanted me to dominate her every inch.
To make her beg and plead with her eyes.
Give her my alter and let her worship upon it.
It was more than the cloths she wanted torn.
More than the burn from teeth into her flesh.
She wanted to trust I wouldn't hurt her bad.
Then let me use her parts to quench my thirst.
I did not need words to control, just a gaze.
No doubts as to the power she could hold.
It made taking it all the more pleasurable.
Something about the way she yearned for it.
I could tell by the way she arched her back.
To have me go too far and deeply immersed.
The way she whimpered only added to it all.
Biting her lip and I could since her thirst weep.
Sliding my fingers along her scalp for guidance.
I teased her with my parts she hadn't yet had.
Keeping restraint as she struggled in her own.
Not to be free but to confirm it was real.
Her skin would give rise as I touched so soft.
My smirk a warning of the hand print to come.
Clenched were her eyes in preparation for it.
Yet she winched once my digits found home.
Exposed for nothing more than my pleasure.
Because that is the way she wanted for me.
I slipped my tongue between her lips hard.
Then took the only breaths that she had left.
My claws wandering about her responsive bits.
Those that would become rigid on my demand.
But only coming close to those that soak sheets.
I used her to get my own blood flowing fast.
Just the way her eyes had begged me before.
Now closed tight as if anticipating a move.
Her neck I take like reigns ready for a ride.
The quiver of her lips never whispered words.
Only the sounds of satisfaction at going too deep.
© Jeph Rants
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