Hey, I'm 24F trying to write a smut novel.
Any feedback from this little passage? Would you want more?
You infected my mind. My heart my soul and my every desire has been tainted with you. You wanted to leave your mark of me and you've done just that. You don't get to shy away when it's my time to return the favour. I'm going to claim you. Ruthlessly, relentlessly, until I feel satiated. Tears won't help. I won't fall for your faux fear. I know you want this. You've been asking me, inviting me, God no... you've been begging me to take you with your eyes ever since the day I met you. How do you think that makes me feel? How long do you think I've been pent up and frustrated. Barely able to keep my composure. Well, I think it's time I lost control. Don't you agree, sweetheart?
