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Peter
I wait until Sara’s sobs quiet down before I give in to the dark heat brewing in my veins. For a solid hour, I’ve held her on my lap, feeling her supple body shake and tremble, her shapely ass squirm all over my groin as her soft breasts rubbed against my chest.
It’s wrong to crave her this way when I’ve just witnessed the depths of her suffering, but I can’t help it. Her agony has scoured me raw, stripping away the thin gloss of civilization masking my baser urges.
I’m a beast unleashed, and she’s my prey.
Savagely, I kiss her, tasting the salt of tears drying on her lips as my hands rip at her clothes, baring her smooth skin. She’s passive at first, drained by the emotional storm she’s undergone, but before long, her slender arms wrap around me, and she kisses me back, her
