| A Vicious Erotic Spiral

(Warning: Triggering Content Ahead).

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 

I didn't know what made me kiss Lucian at that moment, but as soon as our lips met, my anxiety melted away, replaced by an aching need. I wanted him—this hard, confusing man who was my captor.

With my fantasies fresh in my mind, I wanted him more than I feared him.

The panic I felt earlier today was absent, the dark memories quiescent as he bore me down to the mattress, his hands sliding into my hair. I arched against him, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue invading my mouth and exploring it hungrily. He tasted like heat and raw passion, like my dreams and my nightmares. He consumed me, and I consumed him in return, my hands moving frantically over his muscular back, his neck, and his short hair. I knew he'd most likely kill me in the not-too-distant future—I knew the hands cradling my head might one day crack my skull—but at this moment, none of that mattered.