Mia’s pov
I sat across from Alex at my small wooden kitchen table in the late morning light filtering through the curtains of my cozy apartment.
The eggs and toast were mostly finished but our coffee mugs still steamed hot.
My body carried that deep pleasant ache from last night when he had f****d me rough against the headboard making me gasp and claw at his back.
Alex looked solid this morning shirtless with those shoulders I usually dug my nails into but his eyes held something uneasy as he pushed his plate away and leaned in closer.
“Mia, we need to talk about this,” he said, his voice dropping low. “Lately when we f**k it feels like you are not fully here. You used to scream my name when I buried my face in your p***y for a long time but now it is quieter.
And how you light u
