Degradation Ch 2
Clarice felt the mattress dip beneath his weight when he returned to her later that night. She had been asleep for hours, but she opened her eyes now, waiting for him in the dark. She knew what he would want. It was always the same when he returned from a hunt with his blood up, adrenaline racing; there was something about the primal act of killing that returned him to his baser instincts. He would fuck her now, and her usually controlled lover would transform into a wild beast, driven to rut...