Loud passionate moans filled the air, the scent of sex hanging heavily in the air. The sound of a man's growl could be heard followed by a softer feminine moan.
In a large well-furnished bedroom, two figures were entangled in bed. The man's gaze stayed on the woman beneath him. She looked blissful and soft, nothing like the bitter woman she was most of the time.
His hips thrusted harder, as he took pleasure in conquering her. He loved and hated the woman. She was the reason he was alive and the only reason he wanted to live.
It was for this very reason that he followed her no matter how stupid that was. He thrusted harder again eliciting a cry from her.
Ava's face was radiant as she enjoyed coital bliss. She let herself fall deep into the venom that was lust. She was eager to drink this portion. She loved it as it freed her of the chains that tied her to the world she dreaded every day.
