I watched her walk away, hurried, as if she were a scared rabbit. The way she grabs her bag and the way she sprints for the bathroom, makes me feel like a damn frenzied wolf, because all I want to do is chase after her, tear that door down and bring her back. Or maybe take her in the bathroom, under the running water… As the door closes and I am left alone, I realize I am nothing but a damn horny bastard. That I have been maniacally enjoying her prey state of mind and I was taking my predator position a bit too seriously. This was not a game of chase. This was not a one and done. And this was not something that could simply end on a whim. I push myself up from my seat and run a hand through my hair, combing it backwards, while I scan the view. The city seemed a bit more peaceful tonight and I wondered if things were going to change. Was my life going to get more peaceful now too? Were things going to take a turn for the better or was I going to have to juggle it all like I have done

For a brief second, I am not sure what he is aiming for, but the way his mouth and his lips leave hot spots on my body makes my toes curl and my whole body feels like it’s on fire. His hands had taken hold of my thighs and he opened my legs a bit more as his kisses trail down over my belly. His mouth moves on my inner thighs, peppering the skin with kisses starting from my knee, coming all the way to the junction of my leg with my pelvis.He hesitates to move further, his mouth so close to my pussy I can’t even think anymore. The hot breath he lets out makes me frustrated and begging for more when it moves away, to my other thigh. On this thigh, his kisses are a bit more rushed, and his teeth scrape against the flesh in what feels like a failed attempt of keeping his intrusive thoughts for himself.Was he fighting the urge to bite me? To sink his teeth into my flesh and selfishly mark me? Just in case some other came between my legs, To prove to them that I was owned?What a stupid th

By the time he grows tired, I have forgotten how to walk. My throat feels sore from moans and groans, my thighs hurt, I feel raw and completely battered. And I’d do it all again the next day if I would be given the chance to hear him moan and grunt like he did tonight. I have never met a man like him. And I’m not sure I will ever meet a man like him again. He had no shame in giving and taking what he wanted. He was not holding back from expressing his own pleasure and I’m not sure what was better. Him getting off because he got me off, or the way he grunts and huffs when he’s enjoying himself more than I think he is.He also did not hesitate to scoop me up and walk with me to the bathroom, despite the obvious tiredness that had taken him over. He walks with me and even starts my bath. “You know -” I murmur, as he finally lets me down on my feet. “- you doing all this for me leaves me under the impression that you might fall for me.” I chuckle, grabbing at his hair and tugging it tea

I grab another glass of champagne as Thalia walks out in what feels like the 10th dress already. By the time I had managed to make it here, she had also decided she was going to go first and pick herself a nice dress for the wedding, and since my mind was still all over the place, I was one big fool to say yes and allow her to have her share of fun.Thalia booked the whole shop for ourselves for the rest of the day, so beside the two of us and two overly nice and sweet, way too young to be doing this, sellers, there was no one here to bother us. Maybe the occasional man, dressed in a fancy suit who kept refilling our drinks everytime we were out. I am not sure if he came with the shop or it was a nice treat from my soon to be husband, and I did not want to know. I gulp down the champagne and put my glass away as Thalia parades another pink dress that looks so not her, looking around the shop we have for ourselves. Scanning the racks filled with dresses and gowns of all colors and de

Walk in. Put an end to this bullshit. Walk out and live happily ever after as a trophy wife. That’s the plan. That should have been the plan from the very beginning before this got out of hand. But now it seemed almost impossible to see things done a different way. It is impossible to actually think I can do this! I have done nothing but think of tonight the whole damn day. It was three days before the wedding and I still had not done the thing! The damn thing was putting an end to all this mess! Some news has reached my father’s ears and not to mention he almost lost his head in the fight that followed. On the other hand, my mother seemed to be proud of me for “Taking my life in my own hands”. Somehow, the idea of offering myself to someone I chose seemed to be empowering for her. But just as my father did, she insisted on putting an end to this before the wedding. This could not go further any longer and I wanted my life to kind of end right now too. Because there was no way I sa