Eleanor
My body was thrumming with an unparalleled heat, the need to act on it so overpowering that it felt like an out of body experience. I was like a beast let loose, not even taking a second to dwell on the fact that this was Zane I was drolling over, letting myself be turned inside out by the very man whose existence I was living to end.
Damn whatever he'd fed me, those drugs or whatever they'd taken complete effect by now and I was holding unto Zane, feeding off his heat and everything he had to offer like a lifeline.
The old me, the Eleanor I knew would have picked my torn clothes and hurried out of the damn room the second he was through, or atleast cry myself to sleep if he wouldn't let me. Instead, I laid back on the bed, whimpering pathetically at the slow, languid thrusts
