“Seren,” he whispers between kisses, his voice a husky caress. “You belong by my side. We can build a future together.”
His promises wash over me, each word a brushstroke painting a picture of a life together, but I’m not sure he means it.
I try once again to pull back, but a flicker of panic crosses his face. “Seren, wait,” he pleads, his voice cracking. “Don’t you get it? I can’t lose you.”
Soon, his touch deepens, sending a jolt of confusion through me. It’s gentler this time, but the sudden sweetness feels forced.
We ride the waves of pleasure together, but while the intensity fades, he stays inside me, kissing, coaxing, murmuring sweet words. But the word “love” never crosses his lips.
If he did love me, he would’ve said it. He would’ve stopped everything, apologized for each hor
