Reached. Grabbed would be a better word for it. My fingers wound themselves around her neck like a noose, tightening just before the floor gives out. I heard the strangled sound that erupted from her lips as my fingers tightened and it only fed me further. My lip curled into a snarl, my eyes narrowed into slits upon my face. Aggression erupted out of my skin as I pulled her closer to me, my mouth just above hers. My fingers tightened further, and her hands clutched at mine, pulling, then clawing at my fingers.

Unwilling tears streamed out of her eyes, her face was red, even in the dark of the room when I finally released her and shoved her back again. I didn’t recognize my voice when I first spoke. ‘I don’t need you.’

She coughed, her body jerking as it tried to make up for the air. I was standing again. She was curled on the floor, one hand pressed against her throat as her body spasmed. I just stood there, waiting for my words to find her.

When she turned her head, her breathing returned to a somewhat normal pace, she opened her mouth and a strained voice spoke, ‘Yes, you do.’

‘Get out.’ I pointed to the door and walked over to her purse, sitting in the adjoining room. I tossed it towards the door with the keys skidding across the floor close behind. She remained unmoving. I roared, the sound vibrated in my head, ‘GET OUT!’

My hands shook with energy and I braced them on a chair, squeezing the wood in an effort to still them. My back was to her. I could hear her moving in the other room, and I waited for the sound of the door to close. I counted backwards slowly, my eyes closed. My temper was alive, its energy humming inside of me.

When I felt her touch on my shoulder, I whirled around and my hand found her jaw. I clasped it in my fingers and shoved her back into the wall. I leaned forward, my voice dropping until it was barely a whisper in her ear as I pressed her back against the wall with my fingers, my body slowly closing the distance. I held her thus, my whispering in her ear, my breath falling upon her throat in a moist wave of heat. ‘What do you want?’ My fingers loosened from her jaw and, as I slowly brushed a kiss to the curve of her ear, my fingers ran down along her sides. I slipped my fingers between her thighs, cupping her through the thin barrier of cotton and lace. ‘Ahhh…! Is that it? You want to feel me inside of you…stretching you….’

I licked the skin that was before me lightly, I heard the catch in her voice as my fingers pressed in by a slight fraction. I could smell the change in her - the scent hung like a perfume in the air. I eased my touch and she exhaled in a slow, shuddering breath, her head shook from side to side. ‘No? I think that is what you need, my love.’ I drew out the last syllables of my words slowly, they stank of the obscenity that I forced into each consonant. ‘Fuc-k-ing.’

I pressed in a little harder and she let out a moan that seemed loud in the room. ‘Just this little scrap of cotton protects you from me, bitch.’ My thumb dipped just above her clit, frustratingly off target. ‘Just this.’

Her hands pushed against my shoulders, but I felt her leg curl around mine as I braced her in place. I pushed aside the thin barrier of her panties and my fingers parted her lips, dipping into the warm, wet heat of her cunt. Her body racked with a sob as the first sound of moisture permeated the air. I pressed my hardening cock against her hip, pushing the swollen flesh in slightly. My fingers made those noises come faster, it pleased me to hear them, she stood there, shaking her head, her face wet.

I lifted my head from her neck and took one of the tears with my tongue. She turned her face away. I laughed at her as I withdrew my hand from between her legs. My fingers brushed her lips, bathing her mouth with her taste, just before I slipped them into my mouth and let out a throaty sound of pleasure.

‘Oh yes, that is exactly what you want.’

My fingers turned her face back to mine. Her eyes opened, haunted. I watched her tongue slide over her lip, and I smiled again.

‘We all have a price to pay.’