Again- Lust proved to be right. In a wave of desire, Much kissed her hard, walking her backwards to her bedroom as he shed his clothes. The self loathing thoughts of being weak mean nothing as he crawled on top of her on her expansive bed, and the memories of her cruelty couldn't stop him as he spread her legs and fucked her in her skirt.
It was hard to remember he was angry, when she felt so good underneath him. Hard to remember how fast she could dehumanise him when he could pull the white fabric of her top down and take the hard point of the world's softest breast into his mouth, the feeling forcing his hips to move faster. God, she was right, she felt good, she felt so, so good, and he muffled his desperate appreciation against her breast, flicking his tongue faster too.