Elias
I’m in deep trouble.
Ever since Louise left, I’ve been staring at the ceiling. I can’t fall asleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see her. I feel her. I remember the way she trembled under me, how she tried to swallow her moans before finally surrendering, shattering as she screamed my name as she came.
I’m hard again. Aching. I sit up, frustrated, and storm into the bathroom. I lean against the cool tiles and close my eyes, imagining her pressed there, while I take her from behind. I can almost feel my hands gripping her hips, my weight pinning her as I pound into her.
"Mine," I growl into the empty room as I release, my seed hitting the wall. It’s a goddamn pity. If I could have come inside her, knotted her, let her carry my pups.
I turn on the shower to wash away the evidence
