Page 84 of The Heart You Kept

A sweet, beautiful woman who worships the ground that I walk on. A woman I wish to god could fuck me the way I need to be fucked. As much as she tries she just can’t fill the needs that I have.

What kind of man does that make me?

I drag my hand down my face, just when I think I can’t be any more fucked up than I already am…. Alora Sorenson walks back into my life and makes me question everything that I’ve worked so hard for.

I get a vision of her naked, her legs open wide…calling to me on another level.

I close my eyes as I fight myself over this primal attraction. She’s all I fucking think about.

Stop.

Stop it right now.

I am well aware that if I’m not careful I’m about to fuck everything up for a woman who I know I couldn’t have a relationship with.

We would never work in the real world, I’m too strong…the need to control her is already consuming me in a very unhealthy way.

Rein it in.

THREE DAYS LATER.

I pant, my hips rise from the bed and I moan as I swipe Alora’s hair back from her face. Wet with perspiration, my two hands in her hair, I ride her beautiful mouth.

Deeper…harder.

I tip my head back as her teeth slide over the head of my cock and I moan deeply as I come hard down her throat. My cock jerks violently.

“What are you doing?” A voice interrupts me.

My eyes snap open as I pant, disoriented, I look around the room.

Where am I?

My chest is heaving as I struggle to catch my breath, my cock weeping the last of ejaculate as it drips from my body.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asks from beside me in bed.

I close my eyes in disgust.

Fuck….

“Bad dream,” I pant as I climb out of bed.

“Are you okay?” she whispers.

“I’m fine.” I get up. “Go back to sleep, I’m going downstairs to get a drink.”

“Do you need anything?” she asks.

Alora.

She snuggles back into the blankets and closes her eyes and I stare at her in the darkness, disgusted by my thoughts.

If only you were her.

ALORA

A huge wave of splashing water flies in the wake of the truck. “So.” Helene glances over her cocktail at me. “Do you miss Pascal?”