[ the panic stabs through loud and clear and she lets up immediately. adrenaline is a hell of a stark wake-up from the endorphin dump that she'd just been on, but she's able to pull herself hastily off of him and press her hands to the side of his head instead of … you know … crushing his windpipe.
ok maybe not trying that one again soon. ]
Ben. [ she utters it again, her head still fuzzy with the neurochemical cocktail of orgasm mixed with panic and fear. ]
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ok maybe not trying that one again soon. ]
Ben. [ she utters it again, her head still fuzzy with the neurochemical cocktail of orgasm mixed with panic and fear. ]