Jack

"Are you sure you want this?" She whispered sweetly against my throat. My pulse was racing with adrenaline. All I could think about was Mallory and how she didn't deserve what had happend to her. I breathed in her delightful scent and tried to picture her as my beloved Mallory. "Yes..." My voice quivered, filled with cotten I could barely breath. She tilted my head back and pressed a light kiss to my neck. "Prepare yourself."