Mist
I kicked the door closed behind us and picked her up as I walked us into the small living room.
It felt like I hadn’t seen her in weeks, and the urgency was there on both sides, as we ripped our clothes off, and needless to say, we didn’t make it to the bedroom. I had Raven pushed up against the wall, thrusting inside her as she drew blood with her nails on my back.
“That was intense,” Raven said, as we lay on the couch.
“You are such a witch,” I said, and she laughed.
“This was all you,” she said. “I said no strings attached.”
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