Advance After Dusk

Hands were pressed high above their head–back scraping the cold brick as the night air licked his exposed chest. Dead silence cascaded between them as the barrel of her gun were aimed with poise. She forced the control; she needed the control. He was to be bent until the night was spent under her discipline.

-Miras

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