in the night

its riveting

Riveting. That's what it felt to have him grab her. She felt herself being pulled back from the mess she caused. She looked down at the girl now on the floor, cowering and holding herself. She caused it. But she didn't feel any remorse for the girl. She still didn't understand why it had happened but the new sensation taking over her body was the only thing occupying her mind.

His grip was soft yet rough. But that was impossible, it couldn't be. It was like a bitter sweet touch yet she needed more of it. She needed more of this man. This is when she realised what riveting felt like. This is what is meant by that word.

Him...