ELARA POVELARA POVSeven months ago, I was certain Nero and I were closed book. I mourned us and buried the memory of us, convinced myself that we were done for life.But last night, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, I admit that I feel a flicker of hope sparking in my heart. It’s a dangerous thought, a beautiful fantasy that maybe against all logic, we could actually make this work.I wake to the soft touch of morning light dancing across my skin. A slow, involuntary smile tugs at my lips as the memories of last night rush back in a hazy, golden wave. The ache of the blissful pleasure still throbs between my legs, but more than anything it’s his words that truly haunt me, humming in my ears like a sweet melody.I groan into my pillow, frustrated with myself. Just one night. One night of his cock and a few sweet promises and I’m already sliding back down the cliff, diving headfirst into the pit.I slowly sit up in the bed, looking over at the empty space at the side of
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