You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

There was no choice.

He carried Joyce out of the lake and laid his jacket on the flat grass next to the boulders at the edge of lake.

Then, he carried Joyce there.

Earlier, he placed the flashlight on the boulder at the edge of the lake, and the light shooting out was ghostly shining on the sparkling lake. And right now, Joyce was lying flat on the clean grass, nearly in a coma.

She was curled up like a newborn baby, but not peacefully, her body spasming every now and then.

Suddenly, as if she had reached the limit of endurance, she whimpered with difficulty, "So hot, hot ..."

Even the wind had stopped.

The faint light of the flashlight outlined the soft curves of her body. Her cheeks were tinged with hues, against the snow-white face. She looked stunningly beautiful.

her twice in

longer responding. He knew he couldn't wait any longer, he had to possess her and help her release the toxicity of the drug. Otherwise,

if she was not in her right mind now,

were extremely quiet, so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing, increasingly rapid, and his heartbeat was accelerating, slamming up and down in

as he gently stroked her

fell gently. He carefully filled her

he had no idea how long it

east had been tinged with the white of the

wonderful night

long before his violent heartbeat, and rapid breathing finally calmed down. She just felt too good to be true, even gave him a feeling of unreality, as if

this moment, looking at her flushed and faded face, he could not believe that he had truly possessed her. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels

her forehead and her cheeks, which were no longer hot. The effect of the

the grass and suddenly her body moved, contentedly, with

just around