REED'S POV
The room was dark and still, the early morning silence broken only by the rhythmic sound of my movements and the soft moans of the woman beneath me. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the curve of her back as she knelt on the couch, her pale skin stark against the dark fabric.
I had forgotten her name, or the events that led up to her being in my bed, grinding against my crotch.
I held her hair in one hand, my other hand moving to her breasts, which hung heavy and exposed from her open shirt. The sight of her like this, completely at my mercy, sent a thrill through me. There was something intoxicating about the control, the power I held over her in this moment. In that moment I thought of her, Alex.
"f**k," she gasped. I had pinc
