Roman paused outside the house for a moment after he closed the door.
Why did he feel like this was the last time he would see Evelyn?
He’d thought they had come to an understanding after last night. Evelyn had been...
He closed his eyes and fought the hardening of his body. Even after showering, he could still feel Evelyn, and he could still hear her cries. She was exquisite. Her smell, the way she tasted, everything.
They wouldn't reach those heights if Evelyn didn’t completely trust him to care for her during and after. He supposed the romantics would claim it was fate, and she had been made for him. Made to please him, made for him to do every single deviant thing he wanted to her body.
That was why her declaration that she was still leaving felt like she’d brought a hammer do
