Torin-Shattered: Way Down We Go (Part 1)

s I shook, cried, cramped, screamed, cursed, as well suffered through horrible bouts

an again, when the smell of food cooking hit me square in the face. My stomach churn

down the hall, the contents of m

own puke, I was unable even to find the will to pick myself up out of it. Once again

to a ball, but at the thud of Torin's boot heels on the floor

fact I had any humility left after all the liquid

me in his arms. Then, standing, he tossed the towel he'd held clutched in his hand onto the floor, covering the mess I'd made. A

o the shower. Kneeling, and keeping a firm hold of me on his lap, he leaned forward. Twisting the knobs of the faucet, he adjusted th

ed me to my feet, and shoved down my

e back into his arms and stepped beneath the water's spra

deluge of tears finally expended themselves out. Then lowering me back to my feet, he turned me until my

ars, and over fifty hours worth of withdrawals, I couldn't hel

across it, and I responded to his touch with hardening ni

growl and seemingly unable to stop himself, he cupped the undersides of my breast, using his th

at escaped my lips, as lifting a hand, he placed long, mascu

, he placed his l

away, he wrapped his hand within the thick mass of my hair. Pulling at i

, as nibbling at the sensitive flesh, he husked, "God you're fucking beautiful!" Afterward, he rou

t roared toward the core of my femininity, causing me to push

sliding the length of his cock up and down the soap-slickened crease

d played out for centuries. A seduction of the senses, mind, and b

sual, erotic communication of our bodies, time became endless, before with a bit off exclamation, Torin still

placing the side of my face against the shower wall, he captured my hands. Follow

aid down by his tongue as he traced the intricate, lacy design that flo

my ass, he groaned before continuing his way down a

t, and open for him. Inhaling, he breathed in the scent of my arousal, giving another low-