HIS INNOCENT DOLL
He presses soft kisses against her shoulder, muttering words she can’t process through the ringing in her ears.
"God, you're amazing," he breathes, his hand stroking her side possessively. "That was...fuck."
Sahara stares up at the ceiling, at the dark shadows dancing there. She doesn't move. She can't breathe. The wetness between her legs, once a badge of their passion, feels suddenly cold, wrong, a violation. She lies there, trapped under the weight of the man she loves, listening to him catch his breath, realizing that while he was inside her body, he was in another world with someone else. The name echoes in the room, mocking her, branding her with a humiliation that burns hotter than an
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