She does not know what he has done to her.
She studies her face in the mirror. She wonders if others can see the hunger in it. She wonders if she is betrayed by the wild, yearning look in her eyes. She is certain that she is wearing her lust like a badge.
She brushes her finger tips lightly across her lips. It sends an electric jolt through her body. A lay-line of desire that tingles from breast to belly to thighs.
It fully reawakens the ache inside her. She almost gasps at the intensity of it. A certain, steady, endless throb. Impossible to ignore. A ball of longing that radiates from her burning sex to every part of her being. Her skin reacts to any touch. Even the brush of her clothes makes her dizzy with need.
Its urgency overwhelms her. As it does every distracted day. Every tortured…
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