Here you go.
It was a euphoric feeling. Pleasure skirted over my skin leaving tendrils of ecstasy behind. This dream man purred and smiled but the upper half of his face was obscured by shadow. His body covered mine like a familiar blanket. He kissed me, moaning into my mouth. I wanted to give this man everything of me. His soul called to mine.
My dream man pulled away and licked my cheek. His black hair obscured his eyes, I so desperately wanted to see his eyes. “Please?” I begged. He shook his head no with a feral grin and kissed me again.
A toxic essence choked me. “Mmm!” I tried to push him away but he was stronger than me. Terror sized my chest. Muscles ached as I tried to get away from him but I couldn’t. His grip on me was too much.
Strong fingers dug into my arms, keeping me still. His long tongue slithered down my throat choking the life out of me. It tickled my insides. Pain exploded in my chest and the tongue wrapped around my heart constricting the life out of me.
Blood seeped from my mouth and slid down my face. I pleaded with my eyes, least I hoped I was, for my life. He growled and the tongue slithering down my throat tightened.
The last thing I saw was him pulling back and copper eyes bore into me from under ink black hair then my heart stopped.
I thought I’d further tease you guys. So here you go.
Half of Sampson’s face appeared in the light, the other half shrouded in heavy shadow. I felt like Sampson wasn’t just looking at me. He was looking into my very soul, seeing apart of me I didn’t let anyone see, not anymore. My father made sure I never let anyone see my innermost self. Even Amanda never got this close to me.
I took a step forward wanting to get closer to Sampson. It was stupid since there was a window and wall there but it didn’t matter. I had to get to him.
“Aw!” A hard grip on my bicep felt like a python constricting my arm. Sampson roared, this one was filled with anger and pure unbridled rage. I watched in slow motion as Sampson burst from his hiding place, his lips pulled back in a vicious snarl. He charged with every intention of smashing through the window. Sampson jumped, his claws fully extended with murder in his eyes.
The beginning of this story was fighting me for some reason. I struggled to get it on paper but once I was past that uncomfortable spot things are starting to flow. Freeing Pain’s novella (true title under wraps but I have posted it somewhere but where?!) is already over 4,000 words and Kash hasn’t even met his Liger yet. Hell, Kash hasn’t even started investigating his Liger’s mistreatment. (Keep in mind when I wrote this little news post I was only taking a break from writing so by the time y’all read this it’ll be longer.)
If pattern holds (which I’m near positive it will) this little story will be over 30,000 words by the time it’s finished. Give or take a thousand or so words in either direction. Knowing me I’ll hit right at the 30,000 word mark or way above it.
As always, feel free to nag me about this.With Affection, Lor