I carefully placed her back on the bed, my lips crashing against hers in a rough, hungry kiss. I tried.....oh God knows I tried.....tried not to lose control, to be gentle. But with Mara? It was impossible. She fit in my hands like she was crafted for them, molded by the gods just to be ruined by me. She looked sinful in my bed. A perfect f*****g vision.
I pulled away, breathing hard, eyes fixed on hers. Her face was flushed, lips swollen, eyes glazed with lust. But underneath all that heat, I caught a flicker of confusion...like she didn’t understand why I stopped. Her eyes were begging me to continue. Starving. Screaming daddy I want you.
I rested my hand on the bed beside her head and spoke low, my voice hoarse.
“Mara… I don’t love. You know that, right?”
She nodded, so damn meek an
