For the Devil you need can’t cling to life, when death asserts control. Hot lips scoured down my throat. Hard hands found my breasts, enveloping them in a near painful grip. I skimmed my hands over a well-toned back and opened my thighs wider, delighting in the stretching fullness of the rigid flesh thrusting between them. A low growl throbbed on the air, bringing gooseflesh up all along my arms and twisting the knot of fear in my breast. Sharp teeth scraped the sensitive skin of my neck, a fiery invasion that rode the edge of pleasure, despite the pain. I cried out, trying to pry my eyes open, and discovered I couldn’t. I was locked into the dream, with only a twisted kind of lust to keep me from completely succumbing to the fear. What was I rutting with? And why did it feel so good? The smell of sulfur assailed me. The distant cry of dragons screaming joined with the crackle of fire to create the overwhelming sensation that I was in Hell. Why would I dream of being in Hell? My hands shoved at my phantom lover—the fear and pain finally sending my mind into full-blown panic.
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