she can't remember

Ethan held her hand and moved dangerously close to her. She felt his warm breath against her ears. It spoke of burning desires, a call that awakened hers.

But Abigail wanted so badly to resist, yet, she wanted more badly to give in, to forget about everything even for the moment and fall into the arms of the man she was still obviously in love with. 

“Why are you doing this to me —to us?” Ethan's voice, laced with deep desire, croaked into her ear.

She shut her eyes and held her breath. 

With him so close, it was difficult to decide, to remain angry, or to say no.

She moaned with need. Even her body couldn't deny that she missed him, and more than ever, she wanted him, yet there and now.

Ethan took cue from her moan and found her lips. They crashed into each other, each touch, a reminder of the passion they ignited in one another and a testament that they were meant for each other. Abigail didn't remember Bianca and her pregnancy and Ethan didn't think of Daven and what relationship he had with his woman.

Right there, it was need calling to need.

Ethan's hands traced her body, remembering every curve. It was just the way it used to be. Her supple skin, round hips and full butt. They were all his. 

“You're mine alone,” he said into her mouth. “No one else.”

Abigail was too lost in pleasure to deny her raw and unfiltered feelings for him.

She held him closer to herself, like he would run into the arms of another woman if she didn't.

“You're mine too,” she whispered desperately. 

He tore away her clothes and kissed every inch of her naked chest. Abigail revelled at every touch and moaned in satisfaction. She was soaking wet and wanted more than the superficial touch. She wanted him to touch her within.

She could feel his budge against her skin, increasing her desires to a climax. She cried and yanked the trousers from his waist. It stood like a god and she knelt in reference, handling it, and teasing the cap with her lips. She loved to hear Ethan moan. The more he did, the more she swallowed him.

Breathless, he lifted her to the top of his desk, clearing everything on his way to pleasure. Abigail's thighs burned, yearned, and cried for him. And when he stood between her parted legs, handling his member towards her wetness, she threw her head backwards with eyes shut so she could feel the pleasure in every pound. Ethan grabbed her breast and drove in. For a couple of minutes, only the sound of their satisfying moans filled the room with the occasional scratch of the desk against the marble when Ethan drove faster. 

She abandoned the desk and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Ethan. She could feel her walls swelling, wetting, and still aching for more. 

“Yesss,” she cried with pain and pleasure. She dug her nails into his shoulder. Ethan held her tighter and didn't stop. She orgasmed, crashing and pushing her head backwards with a small laugh of satisfaction. Ethan climaxed later, grunting pleasurely. 

Ethan poured her wine while she rested on a couch in his office, still trembling from the after effects of their act. Abigail felt very much at ease and realised that all she needed all along was good sex. Even the remaining pain from the accident had vanished.

Ethan, still naked, with his member quietly reminding her if what he had done, walked up to her and sat beside her.

Now, they had to talk. 

He offered her a glass of wine. She downed it and dropped the empty glass cup. 

“I should have known my father had threatened you when you stopped picking my calls or responding to my text,” he started, his tone regretful. “I've missed you so much, Abby.”

Abigail had missed being called that way and being cuddled up in Ethan's large frame. 

She raised her eyes to meet his. She couldn't tell him everything about her meeting with Pa Frey, and remembering it now, scared her. He had told her he would take the Alpha position from Ethan if she continued the relationship.

But, just for tonight, she thought 

She couldn't let go of his hands. The past few days without him had shown her how shallow her life was before him. He was the only one that made her feel truly special and safe. 

She couldn't wait to tell him everything that happened while they were apart. Maybe at night when they were laying together in bed, in her room. 

“I've missed you too,” she confessed. “Can we forget about everything that happened and move on?”

Ethan wanted nothing but that. He kissed her. “Of course.”

“I don't care if Bianca's carrying your baby, okay?” She pulled him towards herself. “You're mine.”

Ethan kissed the center of her head. He felt ashamed now and embarrassed. Then, he had thought it was the right thing to do. But with Bianca carrying a second child for him, it was going to further complicate their relationship.

“And Daven?” He asked.

Abigail let out a chuckle. “You fell for that, didn't you?”

“It was a prank?” He felt at ease suddenly, even before she answered. 

“Well, Daven and I have nothing together. He broke my card —”

“What happened?”

Abigail sighed. “It's a story for tonight,” she answered. “I promise to give you the full details of everything. Of the hell I had passed through these past days and how Daven stumbled on my way.”

She straightened, pausing for a second. She had almost forgotten the Bianca's factor. 

“You'll be coming home with me tonight, right?” She asked, desperate for an affirmation. 

Ethan was stuck. Looking into her eyes, he knew she wanted him to be with her all night. But he was torn between duty and desire. Bianca was always acting erratic and blaming him for every suicidal attempt. 

He took her hand, not sure of what to say.

“You will, won't you?” Abigail pressed, her forehead wrinkling with a frown.