17. The Lust
I let the last of the daggers drop to the floor. It made no sound as it hit the carpet.
Drake stood in front of me, our bodies almost touching. He unzipped the front of the catsuit to my waist, exposing the black lacy bra underneath. His cold hand slid around my waist and pulled me nearer. He kissed the top of each breast and I shook my arms as if to shake off the catsuit and it disappeared, leaving me in the black bra and a G-string.
Drake’s hands tore at the delicate fabric of the G-string and his teeth bit through the bra, nicking my skin in the process. His tongue licked the small cut until it healed and, in the desperation my blood had fuelled in him, he pushed me to the floor, ripping off the remaining shreds of the bra and kissing me on the lips. I just knew we weren
