Hopeless Romantic

[Mykel’s POV]

I stared down into Amya’s quickly darkening eyes while my desire for her continued to rise to a very dangerous level. This draw truly was dangerous, and I was having a hard time resisting, but I knew that if I planned to actually cherish Amya, now wasn’t the time to do this.

Letting out a huff of frustration, I slowly lifted myself, earning a whimper of dissatisfaction from the woman beneath me. Fuck, I was sure that this looked bad given how many fucking times I had already attempted to fuck her.

"Are you not sticking to your words?" Amya pouted, lifting herself to her elbows. "Or do you not want me?"

"It isn’t that." I responded, running a hand through my hair.

"Then what is it?"

What was it? That was a damn good question. In the past, I didn’t hesitate to fuck any woman that I felt remotely attracted to. However, Amya was special, and due to that, I didn’t want to treat her like any other woman. When I finally took her, I wanted it to be memorable.

"Mykel?"

"Now isn’t