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~Mirabelle~

Minutes? No, hours. We have been on this bed for hours now. His arms were wrapped around me from behind tightly, one of his hand playing with my breasts as he nuzzled against my neck, my limps paralyzed, my body disconnected from my brain, my eyes draping with sleep. But I couldn't sleep. Infact I wanted to go another round with him despite being numb and floating. These feelings with him were becoming very alarming. Because with him, I felt like a sex starved zombie and addict, never getting enough no matter how much and how hard he gave me.

He had been quiet for hours, my best guess, he didn't want to say anything. Because if he did, he was scared that I might regain my senses and realize how much I hated him for what he did and perhaps get up and leave.

But I didn't really didn't have the strength for that at all. I didn't even have strength for anything right now but yet, I still wanted him. It was really crazy. What had he done to me? Was he doing this so I wouldn't