C52 I hate you

Hands pinned, bodies arched, sheets tangled, and the air filled with moans and groans. Sea-green eyes gazed intensely like peeking right in the soul.

Until...

Obscurity took over the iris, horns grew over his head and canines sprouted into fangs. Letting out a hiss he launched towards me.

Gasping I jolted upright in a sitting position looking around frantically. Thank God