Rayven Blackwood
He left that night, after a heated session of baby-making.
It’s odd how I’m only just now realizing it.
We’ve had s*x so many times I can’t count, and even now I can still feel the imprint of his c**k in my nether regions. He’s bitten me, licked me, f****d me... but he’s never kissed me. Not once. Not to mention the position. Always me on my stomach, ass up for his pounding.
Rosalie hasn’t made an appearance for a while, which I’m glad for.
We’ve been together for all of a month, and we’ve made no progress in our so-called relationship. Our bonding ribbon, tattered and faded, now lies on the dresser he cleaned out for my things. My mother always kept it on display in an antique frame. It hung in the living room, right above the fireplace for everyone to see. Now it li
