Her body trembled beneath his, but tonight his Deja didn't sing for him. The mewls of pleasure she released didn't soothe him, not one bit. Instead, they engulfed the panic that bloomed at her blatant disgust and made him feel something he hadn't in their past rendezvous.
Loss.
Trent couldn't understand the feeling he felt. It was as if he was losing her suddenly. Yet, despite that, she shook with the force of hollow pleasure as he withdrew from her body. There was no euphoria she usually bathed him in after making love. Instead, her release felt vacant, like a means to an end.
The thing is, it felt like it was over, and he couldn't understand, but it wasn't over in his heart. At that moment, Deja slid out of bed and went into the bathroom. Minutes later, when she came out, everything
