Wildest Dreams...

Every single part of Isadora’s body ached, a sore reminder of what had taken place last night. I wasn’t like anything she had ever experienced. Eutychus had been all but wild when they had sex. Isadora turned over and saw Eutychus practically passed out next to her. she could see the scratch marks on his shoulders and the hickies that peppered his neck and parts of his exposed chest. He hadn’t been the only wild one. This was the first time she slept in his bed for the night and a giddy feeling was pooling up in her chest.

Apart of her wasn’t impressed that she had given in so easily to his advances. She clearly remembered the conversation they had and what had triggered his anger and simultaneously powered his passion. Had she meant it when she said she wanted to go? Or was it just jealousy? She wouldn’t know and it did not matter anymore. After last night, she was convinced they would be on the right track. It was clear that he wanted her, he had said so in all the times he came, an