Nikolai
The feverish anger that started to boil up inside of me when I drove to Sinners and then to Agatha's house only to realize that she wasn't there evaporates easily as soon as I have her under me, trapped by my body and moaning like I'm the best thing she's ever felt in her entire life.
I should keep asking where the hell she was and with whom, and why the f**k she lied to me, but I don't want to. I don't even care anymore, at least not right now. All I want to do is keep enjoying her like someone could come and take her from me at any moment.
I get my hands back on her hair once I finish, just because I love doing it. I love the feel of something so soft, I like to caress her scarred skin because it reminds me of the contrast. The contradiction of something so beautiful and so
