A Day of Ruin

I took a deep breath. “Could you... hold me?”

My question was met with silence and I immediately panicked, wondering how I could take it back. Perhaps he didn’t hear me so I could just pretend it never happened.

But then the bed shifted, the mattress moving as Dex scooted closer to me. I held my breath as his arm reached out around my waist.

“Turn around,” he breathed and I slowly complied. Once again, my body completely in auto-pilot mode whenever he told me to do something.

I felt the warmth of his body grow closer, until his chest was pressed against my back. His strong arm slipped around my waist tighter, pulling me against him.

“Go to sleep, Harlow,” he said close to my ear and I shivered. His arm tensed and tightened around me in response and the air stuttered leaving my body as I felt his hardness pushing into me.

Dex growled at my reaction. “Harlow,” he warned. “You need to sleep.”

Apparently the dark made me brave. “Don’t you want me anymore?” I asked, internally slapping myself at the question.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Self-conscious thoughts invaded my mind but they were quickly wiped away when Dex leaned down to my ear, his body moulded into mine.

“I would ravage the crap out of you every day of the week, Harlow. I would have you wrapped around me, and there’s nothing that would stop us because my only goal would be to make you come hard for me over and over again. I want you so bad it fucking aches. But your health and well-being is more important than anything. As much as I’d love to fuck you to sleep, it’s not what you need right now.”

“What do I need?” I whispered, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it.

“This,” he answered as he held me closer, “you need this... And so do I.”