Daily Prompt: Din

From The Grey House:

His words were thrashing through her whirlwind thoughts, destroying all resolve. His touch, icy to her burning flesh, singed her bare skin. She was grinding her teeth, pushing herself against him while trying to push him away. Finally, unable to think clearly, she threw back her head and howled her frustration. The din tore down the beach like a great beast in heat.

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