“Tell me it’s only me that you want to fuck this beautiful pussy of yours.”
“It’s only you.”
My uneven breaths echo throughout the quiet room, and I move against him, only for him to stop me once again.
“Tell me,” he whispers. “Tell me it’s only me that will ever be inside you from this moment on.”
My eyes connect with his, attempting to understand what he just demanded of me. He wants me for the rest of his life? Or am I signing a contract to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight? His eyes show no mercy, fixated on my lips and waiting impatiently for my answer.
This is a heavy question from someone buried inside me, and from someone who is engaged. Everything we are doing is completely and morally wrong. We are hurting others. We are the driving force in this sick and twisted game, leaving the pawns to hurt and suffer from our indiscretion.
But I don’t care.
I want him.
All of him.
And right now, in this deep and intimate moment, I want only him for the rest of my life.
“It’s only you . . . you will be the only one to ever be inside me and make me feel this way from this moment on.”
Promises are just promises, made to be broken if they are built on lies.
Not wasting any time, he pushes me back as the tip of his pierced cock rubs against my wall. He pulls me forward again, this time fast and steady. I ride him, and just when I know my body is ready to explode, I warn him in a high-pitched breath, “Haden, I’m going to . . .”
Releasing my inhibitions, I scream as the orgasm spreads throughout m
y whole body, causing me to see only stars in the dark room. He follows, picking up the pace, holding a deep breath until he releases and cries out, “Fuck!!”
Slowing down the pace till I’m at a standstill, my tired body falls onto his, careful of my protruding stomach.
In silence, with him still inside me, we lay together, my head lying against his chest. His heart is beating loud, and I wonder if it beats for me . . . maybe only me?
“Presley,” he murmurs, running his hands through my hair.
“Mmm . . .”
“Presley . . .”
I open my eyes and Haden is sitting on the chair beside the table, dressed in his jeans and a tee. The sunlight is filtering through the sheer white curtains and into the room. I squint my eyes and then open them abruptly.
“We need to leave in an hour and I’ve already ordered you breakfast.” He moves his attention to his cell, typing without looking at me.
It was just a dream.
Fuck! What the hell did my imagination go and do? It made me think that Haden would give me the best sex of my life, and worst of all, that he wanted only me. That I was in love with him.
In my awkward and compromising position, I roll towards the other side of the bed which is in closer proximity to the bathroom door. I quickly get out and lock the door behind me. Staring in the mirror while I allow the water to run, my body appears flushed, my hair is a tangled wild mess, and my lips look swollen and plump. What a fucking dream! I have no choice but to take a cold shower to wash off the intense desire I have for him.
It all felt so real, the way he touched me, the words he spoke . . . ARGH!
I exit the bathroom, dressed and with my hair pulled back into a ponytail. Food sits on the table, and if it wasn’t for the baby, I would be out of this room so fast, hungry or not. I eat my toast in silence and follow by polishing off some juice.
“You ready to go?” he asks, a little too politely for my liking.
I simply nod, unable to make conversation.
“Are you okay? You were having a restless sleep.”