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Victimo.3:Quasimodo-4 (4 / 5)_

        Hisgripturnedruthless,shovingherdownagainwitharagged,"Please—"

        Sexwashumanity''smostprimalthreshold.Oncecrossed,thedoorcouldneverclose.Thebeastwithin,longcagedbycivilization,nowsnarledfree.

        Julian''sgroanstangledwiththeslick,obscenesoundsofReya''smouthworkinghiminthecrampedspace.

        Shehadtogripthebaseofhiscockwithbothhandstokeephimfromthrustingtoodeep,herfingerstightasshackles.Hetrembled,hishipsjerkinginhelplesslittlespasms.Avirgin''sdesperation,rawanduntutored.

        Thenhertongueflickedoverthatvulnerableslit,alightning-strikeofpleasure—

        Heroared,fingersknottinginherhairashisbackarchedoffthecouch.Theclimaxtorethroughhimlikeawildfire,andReyadrankhimdownwithastarvingfervor.

        Unlikethedelicatetricklesshehaddrawnfromhismouthduringtheirkiss,thiswasaflood,abaptism.Sheswallowedgreedily,likeaparchedwanderergulpingfromanoasisspring,eachpulseofhisreleaseasurgeofvitalenergy.

        Julian''svisionwhitedout.Hisbodywasnolongerbelongedtohim—justavesselcapsizedinthestorm,batteredbywavesofsensation,utterlyatthemercyofthetide.

        Reyakepthereyesshut,watchingthedimmingglowoforange,hisfadingessence,throughhereyelids.

        Sheknewwhatwascoming,yetnoguiltstirredwithinher.

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