[Christian Castillo]
Her darkened coffee eyes trailed my fingers, following my tongue sucking her off my skin. She gulped hard, reluctantly tearing her gaze off me when a slight knock came up on the door. She pulled back swiftly, glancing down at her ripped shirt and bunched-up skirt. Her eyes met mine again. This time, in slight alarm and realization.
I was going to read the meaning of her stare, save for the knock that came again, this time, propelling her to quickly pull down her skirt and button up her shirt. Her hair was slightly messy and when she glanced at me, her lips twisted into a snort.
“How come you appear put-together and I'm the one who's disheveled?”
“That’s because you basically fed off from the pleasure I gave you.”
She rolled her eyes, gesturing to the door,
