Desire.

Tiny drops of condensation traveled down the small of her back.

Biting her lip, she could taste the salty, iron in her mouth.

The rope was tight around her, and she was at peace.

Why is it like this? Your pleasure in it, scares me as much as my desire to succumb to you.

This is a dangerous game we play, and we play it quite perfectly.

J.Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me
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