following me to my door.
Inside, I immediately grab a bag and throw some underthings inside, as well as everyday clothing. But then this overwhelming urge comes over me—I need to see Ava’s room. Pain slams inside my chest. It’s a need that must be fulfilled to make it through the next few days.
“Come on, let me show you something,” I tell Sly, taking his hand in mine. He doesn’t question my hastiness, or the rush I make to her room.
Opening the door, Ava’s memory slams in my brain. “This was Ava’s room,” I tell him, sitting on her bed. I clutch her stuffed horse.
“She loved horses, I take it,” he confirms.
“She did.” Sadness fills me. I guess this is me introducing him to her, and what she loved. She was my life, the reason I woke up every morning, the reason I lived.
“She was lucky to have you as her mom. I know it’s hard for you right now. I wish I knew what to do to take the pain away,” he admits.
His words touch my soul. “Thank you.” I stand and we walk out, pulling the door shut behind me. “I just wanted you to see who she was,” I barely breathe out.
***
SLY
Outside the door, I stop. “Hey.” I cup her elbow and she spins her body to face me. I embrace her, my body swallowing hers. She buries her head in my chest, clutching my shirt tight into a fist.
Pulling her head back, she looks at me through water-filled eyes. “Please take this pain away.”
With that plea, I hold her hand tightly as we walk swiftly to the car and head back to my place. Seated inside, I run my thumb over hers and she breathes out. This simple gesture seems to have a calming effect on her.
In the car, I turn her face to me, cupping her chin. “Just breathe, Raine.”
She blinks a few times at me. My heart constricts, and I feel a pain I’ve never known until now. I feel the heart break. Her heart’s broken and I’m not sure I can put the pieces back together; I can’t un-break her heart. All I can do is subdue the pain, replace it with pleasure.
Her heart’s stashed deep down inside, and I know it will take a lot for her to hand it over to someone, someone who deserves it. I’ve never known someone like her. She befuddles me. The ride to my place is silent, as I intentionally give her the time to think. Because once we are inside that door, I need her, just as much as she needs me. I need to make her feel anything other than this pain. I never realized it was this deep; it cuts deep inside her soul, and she doesn’t know how to crawl out of it.
Both of her hands are gripping mine as I unlock the door with my other hand. Inside my house, I press her body against the door, and her breath hitches at the force. Holding her face with both hands, I kiss her with ferociousness. The beast in me unleashes and I grip at her clothes, unzipping the halter top. She’s half naked and breathing heavily, her chest heaving up and down.
I stop and stare into her blue eyes. I search for something, but I don’t know what. The pain in them is replaced with lust and desire. She breaks the trance and grabs for my belt, unbuckling it quickly.
“I need you inside me now, Sly. Fuck me senseless. Make me forget,” she begs.
My erection just got a hell of a lot harder. She unbuttons my pants and shoves them down. I hike her skirt up, and without removing it, her legs wrap around my waist. I thrust my hardness inside her.
“Is this what you want?” I growl in her ear.
“Yes,” she murmurs, tilting her head against the door. I take her away from the door and carry her to the dining room table. I need her to feel me.
“I won’t let you fall.” I mean it metaphorically and literally.
Bending her over the table, she moans when I enter from behind. I grip her neck and pull it to my mouth, devouring it.
She wraps an arm around behind her and reaches for my shoulder. “Oh my God, Sly,” she gasps. I spin her around again to face me and prop her ass on the edge of the table. Wrapping
Inside, I immediately grab a bag and throw some underthings inside, as well as everyday clothing. But then this overwhelming urge comes over me—I need to see Ava’s room. Pain slams inside my chest. It’s a need that must be fulfilled to make it through the next few days.
“Come on, let me show you something,” I tell Sly, taking his hand in mine. He doesn’t question my hastiness, or the rush I make to her room.
Opening the door, Ava’s memory slams in my brain. “This was Ava’s room,” I tell him, sitting on her bed. I clutch her stuffed horse.
“She loved horses, I take it,” he confirms.
“She did.” Sadness fills me. I guess this is me introducing him to her, and what she loved. She was my life, the reason I woke up every morning, the reason I lived.
“She was lucky to have you as her mom. I know it’s hard for you right now. I wish I knew what to do to take the pain away,” he admits.
His words touch my soul. “Thank you.” I stand and we walk out, pulling the door shut behind me. “I just wanted you to see who she was,” I barely breathe out.
***
SLY
Outside the door, I stop. “Hey.” I cup her elbow and she spins her body to face me. I embrace her, my body swallowing hers. She buries her head in my chest, clutching my shirt tight into a fist.
Pulling her head back, she looks at me through water-filled eyes. “Please take this pain away.”
With that plea, I hold her hand tightly as we walk swiftly to the car and head back to my place. Seated inside, I run my thumb over hers and she breathes out. This simple gesture seems to have a calming effect on her.
In the car, I turn her face to me, cupping her chin. “Just breathe, Raine.”
She blinks a few times at me. My heart constricts, and I feel a pain I’ve never known until now. I feel the heart break. Her heart’s broken and I’m not sure I can put the pieces back together; I can’t un-break her heart. All I can do is subdue the pain, replace it with pleasure.
Her heart’s stashed deep down inside, and I know it will take a lot for her to hand it over to someone, someone who deserves it. I’ve never known someone like her. She befuddles me. The ride to my place is silent, as I intentionally give her the time to think. Because once we are inside that door, I need her, just as much as she needs me. I need to make her feel anything other than this pain. I never realized it was this deep; it cuts deep inside her soul, and she doesn’t know how to crawl out of it.
Both of her hands are gripping mine as I unlock the door with my other hand. Inside my house, I press her body against the door, and her breath hitches at the force. Holding her face with both hands, I kiss her with ferociousness. The beast in me unleashes and I grip at her clothes, unzipping the halter top. She’s half naked and breathing heavily, her chest heaving up and down.
I stop and stare into her blue eyes. I search for something, but I don’t know what. The pain in them is replaced with lust and desire. She breaks the trance and grabs for my belt, unbuckling it quickly.
“I need you inside me now, Sly. Fuck me senseless. Make me forget,” she begs.
My erection just got a hell of a lot harder. She unbuttons my pants and shoves them down. I hike her skirt up, and without removing it, her legs wrap around my waist. I thrust my hardness inside her.
“Is this what you want?” I growl in her ear.
“Yes,” she murmurs, tilting her head against the door. I take her away from the door and carry her to the dining room table. I need her to feel me.
“I won’t let you fall.” I mean it metaphorically and literally.
Bending her over the table, she moans when I enter from behind. I grip her neck and pull it to my mouth, devouring it.
She wraps an arm around behind her and reaches for my shoulder. “Oh my God, Sly,” she gasps. I spin her around again to face me and prop her ass on the edge of the table. Wrapping
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