The sight of the lingerie took me back to the first night I had prepared myself to give my virtue to Ethan. The nervousness I had felt was unlike anything I had experienced before, and the lingerie didn't help with my own insecurities. I felt like a harlot in it… regardless of how elegant it appeare
Ethan didn't say a word, but I could hear his footsteps, leisurely yet graceful upon the wood floor.Then the entire room fell into darkness.He had turned off the light. A sensation ran through me, but it wasn't fear. It was excitement.The room was now only dimly lit by the fireplace and candles.
No! This wasn't right! I shouldn't have felt this way…I felt ashamed of myself for my pleasure, but I couldn't control myself. It was as if my body had checked out from my brain and was operating on its own.Through all the mess and chaos, my soft moans admitted the desire within that I refused to
Particles of dust danced against the rays of light that filtered in through my open window. I opened my eyes slowly, still feeling disoriented.What happened to me last night? Yes… I took the pills, then Ethan came, and then…We had sex. My first time.Memories started to flow back to me. It was lik
She nodded her head, seemingly happy with my answer, then turned towards the door. "I'll have something brought up shortly. You get some rest, Rosalie."And with the last of her words, she disappeared from sight, and I was left to curl up in the blankets that still smelled of Ethan, relishing in the
**Rosalie's POVAfter the night I spent with Ethan, I had expected to see him again, but I didn't.He never once came to visit. There was no compassion, no concern, no want or desire from him.I was nothing more than a task – a tool he needed.I was sure how I was going to be able to get past all th
I hesitated, scared and unsure. I didn't want to cause trouble by complaining."I just.." I paused for a moment. "I miss going outside… to the village."As soon as I spoke, the door opened, and Talon walked in. He was gentleman-like as usual — polite, distant but safe to be around.Had he heard what
I could try again...She said it could still happen…"How many more times…"I knew my voice could barely be heard, but I still asked. Then I regretted my question immediately. How could she possibly answer that question?The memories of his touch flooded my mind, and the idea he would touch me again