(Re)Discovering Myself - Chapter III
There was no talking, no discussion, no foreplay. Just, lust. Pure and simple lust. James tore at my shirt after pulling my jacket off, his hands eager to get at my skin, tender though it was over the only recently healed lacerations I had suffered. His hands, smooth in parts and rough in others, did not caress my skin. They pushed at my clothes, wanting to get them as far away from me as possible. The door felt cold agai...