He held my hands forcefully in place above my head. His large body laid on top of mine as he pushed himself inside me. My loud moans muffled from his lips crashing against mine as he hungerly kissed me. His hands slid down my arms and over my boobs, he playful brushed his thumbs over my already sore nipples before suddenly tugging hard. The pain made me gasp and I felt him smirk against my lips "I love roughing you up baby" his said taking my bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it. His hands continued their way down my body and soon his arms wrapped around my a*s as he pushed me up into him. His need to be deeper inside me sent trembles through my body and I could feel myself tighten around him. Close to the blissful feeling I had begun to get addict to. I never wanted something so bad in my life. But he had made it clear this was nothing more then rough desire.

Stay tuned! Blurb coming soon and hoping to start this story in about a month or two. In the meantime please check out my current story Rough Desire Thank you :)

Stay tuned! Blurb coming soon and hoping to start this story in about a month or two. In the meantime please check out my current story Rough Desire Thank you :)

What is rage you may ask. Is it as simple as anger bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to destroy all that is in its path. Is it the stabbing pain in our hearts, pain of betrayal, pain of lose, pain of failure. Is it a destructive nature, an evil needing to disrupt the happiness around it. But what about desire? could it be the need controlling our bodies pulling us together. Could it be the need to protect those we love, an indestructible force building walls of safety. Could it be the passion that drives us to become more then what we already are. Something within us screaming there must be more to this life. Perhaps it is all those things and perhaps it is more. Perhaps it isn't something that we should fear but a magic within we should embrace. Perhaps we should stop letting our mind tell us that its wrong to let out hearts control us, stop pushing all these emotions down. When you are trapped in a world, Torn between your own desires and the duty to your people. What would you chose, would you let the rage within you free?