My dearest confidante,
The beast he did show.
I drew my breaths in quick, shallow gasps as his hands fought beneath my shirt and toyed with the overtly sensitive nerves around my nipples. My back arched, thrusting my breasts harder into his hands. He met my silent demand with a ferocious yank of my shirt, sending it hurtling overhead. I could hear the fabric of my bra rip as he tore it free, the clasp clattering to the floor. My gasp caught in my throat as he buried his
