The taste of vanilla

She stepped back and fell from over the bed. Nothing of what he was doing made sense to her. However, her body was attracted to it. Her body wanted it while her mind fought the urge telling her to escape, run away from the man in front of her. She was all naked, exposed to him and he watched her as if it was the most normal thing in the world for him to do.

She was in an endless war of mind, heart and body fighting inside her. One of them had to win the battle and surrender to the one in front of her. Her body was surrendering and it won. He jumped from the bed to the other side and watched her trying to get away from her. Somehow, he knew it would happen. He was a monster to her, a threat she needed to escape from. Without the spell, she was like any other normal human. She would despise him.