There was something about this all that just blew her mind. It was the idea that she would have repeated sex with her. Now she could feasibly see something like this. Backed into a corner and tricked...that's how she saw it...into having it. But how many times could she be tricked? How much tricking until she couldn't hide the fact that they were lovers. Or more. Or worse?

She said nothing again between those words. Leaning into those kisses without rightly thinking. Kissed and gagged as her air was again robbed from her by a tug on that collar. It was designed to fit snug to her neck, and certainly not out of anything intended to be clothing. It might get some tug on it, but ultimately, it might as well be painted on. And she couldn't stop herself from moaning against those lips as they robbed her air and marked her own lips.

"You make...me sound like some kind of...of..." She didn't even know the word. And she hated that it was implied. Worst still, how it made her shudder. Worse yet...she was sinking into those touches. The erotic kissing, the handling of her breasts. Was it lingering euphoria? Was it intense need to feel out her new body? Or was...it something hideous and horrifying she didn't know about that Chloe knew in perfect detail?