NINETY-SIX

DRAVEN

I cupped my erection as my mate did a little striptease for me. She looked absolutely beautiful and dangerously sexy in her underwear. She was shy, but with every second that passed came a little bit of confidence. She smiled at me, and her smile grew into laughter, but she stopped suddenly and started to get into her clothes hastily. Her smile was suddenly replaced by a look of fear, of worry. I watched her get into her clothes, wishing she would not stop her little show, but I started to get alarmed too at the worry on her face.

My heart broke into a thousand many pieces when she started to cry, weeping like a bride who just got jilted at the alter. She was uncontrollable. A woman in distress. I reached for her hands and tried to touch her, but the more I tried to reach her, the farther away she drifted. My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched her drift away from me.

“Esmeray,” I gasped, my eyes fluttering open immediately. I tried to sit up, but my whole body felt