Never Mine To Love
Eric’s moans filled the room, low and desperate, and I let myself shiver, clutching his shoulders, feeling him respond, feeling the friction, the heat, the ache, but never forgetting Daniel.
When it finally broke, when the pulse of pleasure washed through me, I gasped, collapsing onto him, chest heaving, mind spinning, not from Eric, but from Daniel. My body was tangled with his, warm and spent, but every nerve ending still burned with memory. Daniel had set this fire, Daniel had claimed me, and no one else could ever replace it.
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