dangerous.
She turned away from him, fighting the sudden tightening in her chest. She wasn t going to. She would not let that thought intrude.
He looked so much like Blake.
She flinched. Her emotions warred with her then, ripping through her like a sharp edged knife and laying bare the confusion boiling inside her soul.
He wasn t Blake. Talons of pain struck at her heart. Blake was gone and he was never coming back. He was dead and buried and she had thought her heart had died with him.
But now she could feel it awakening, feel it burning and she feared herself and her emotions now more than ever.
Stop. His voice had her jerking, turning back to him before she could hide the tear that fell slowly down her cheek.
She cleared her throat, turning her head to the pillow to try the betraying moisture as she fought to find some semblance of control.
What? Her voice was husky and she prayed he attributed it to drowsiness rather than tears.
Stop beating yourself up like this, Anna, he said gently as he rose on his elbow, rising above her as his arm held her in place. You have nothing to feel guilty for baby.
Didn t she? She could see the guilt on his face. See it in his eyes as he stared down at her.
Even in the darkness she could see the glimmer of his emotions. And she knew he felt the guilt as well.
He s gone. She shook her head, attempting to rise from the bed, to get far enough from him that she could make sense of the emotions tormenting her now. I know he s gone. I don t feel guilty.
Her feelings for Devon were like nothing she had known before, but they were so intertwined with her love for Blake that she couldn t separate the two. And that was tearing her apart.
Anna. It was Blake s voice. Blake s gentle crooning of her name.
God, this was such a mistake. She tried to push against him, to ignore the tenderness in his face, the erection prodding against her thigh. I m sorry Devon. I m so sorry. I thought I could do this
Baby don t. he held her still, one hand cupping her hip as his head lowered, his lips smoothing over the tears that were starting to fall from her eyes. Don t do this to yourself. Please Anna, don t cry.
He was warm and hard against her, his shoulders broad, strong as she gripped them, her nails biting into his skin.
He s gone, Devon, she whispered again. I thought I was over it. I thought I could go on, love again
Please Anna
I can t. She shoved against him, fighting the sobs building in her throat as she heard Blake s voice, felt his hands on her flesh.
Tremors of hunger tore through her. That was Blake s touch. The sound of his beloved voice as he crooned her name, whispering promises, attempting to ease the pain.
Anna baby. He laid his forehead against hers, staring down at her in the dim light of the room, his gaze filled with pain as well. It s okay. Whatever you re feeling, its all right.
As long as you re here, as long as you re a part of me, I don t care.
Blake s voice. She shook her head, her breath hitching as he moved, his lips caressing her jaw, his tongue catching her tears. The contradictory feelings that welled inside her had her whimpering, praying for answers even as her body began to clamor for his touch.
Calloused hands, strong and sure held her to him as his lips settled on hers, rubbing against the damp curves with silken softness as he drank in the fragmented whimpers escaping her.
How soft you are, he whispered. How sweet and responsive. I swear Anna, you make me yearn, make me ache, make me want things I ve never wanted with another woman in my life.
Devon
Shh. He nipped at her lips, the small burn only adding to the pleasure building in her body.
She jerked in his arms, her body arching closer to him as surprise shot through her.
Quiet, he growled.
She shivered at the sound.
Damn, you make me so hard I feel like my cock is going to burst into flames waiting to get inside your hot little pussy. Do you how tight you are? How wet and wild you are as I fuck
She turned away from him, fighting the sudden tightening in her chest. She wasn t going to. She would not let that thought intrude.
He looked so much like Blake.
She flinched. Her emotions warred with her then, ripping through her like a sharp edged knife and laying bare the confusion boiling inside her soul.
He wasn t Blake. Talons of pain struck at her heart. Blake was gone and he was never coming back. He was dead and buried and she had thought her heart had died with him.
But now she could feel it awakening, feel it burning and she feared herself and her emotions now more than ever.
Stop. His voice had her jerking, turning back to him before she could hide the tear that fell slowly down her cheek.
She cleared her throat, turning her head to the pillow to try the betraying moisture as she fought to find some semblance of control.
What? Her voice was husky and she prayed he attributed it to drowsiness rather than tears.
Stop beating yourself up like this, Anna, he said gently as he rose on his elbow, rising above her as his arm held her in place. You have nothing to feel guilty for baby.
Didn t she? She could see the guilt on his face. See it in his eyes as he stared down at her.
Even in the darkness she could see the glimmer of his emotions. And she knew he felt the guilt as well.
He s gone. She shook her head, attempting to rise from the bed, to get far enough from him that she could make sense of the emotions tormenting her now. I know he s gone. I don t feel guilty.
Her feelings for Devon were like nothing she had known before, but they were so intertwined with her love for Blake that she couldn t separate the two. And that was tearing her apart.
Anna. It was Blake s voice. Blake s gentle crooning of her name.
God, this was such a mistake. She tried to push against him, to ignore the tenderness in his face, the erection prodding against her thigh. I m sorry Devon. I m so sorry. I thought I could do this
Baby don t. he held her still, one hand cupping her hip as his head lowered, his lips smoothing over the tears that were starting to fall from her eyes. Don t do this to yourself. Please Anna, don t cry.
He was warm and hard against her, his shoulders broad, strong as she gripped them, her nails biting into his skin.
He s gone, Devon, she whispered again. I thought I was over it. I thought I could go on, love again
Please Anna
I can t. She shoved against him, fighting the sobs building in her throat as she heard Blake s voice, felt his hands on her flesh.
Tremors of hunger tore through her. That was Blake s touch. The sound of his beloved voice as he crooned her name, whispering promises, attempting to ease the pain.
Anna baby. He laid his forehead against hers, staring down at her in the dim light of the room, his gaze filled with pain as well. It s okay. Whatever you re feeling, its all right.
As long as you re here, as long as you re a part of me, I don t care.
Blake s voice. She shook her head, her breath hitching as he moved, his lips caressing her jaw, his tongue catching her tears. The contradictory feelings that welled inside her had her whimpering, praying for answers even as her body began to clamor for his touch.
Calloused hands, strong and sure held her to him as his lips settled on hers, rubbing against the damp curves with silken softness as he drank in the fragmented whimpers escaping her.
How soft you are, he whispered. How sweet and responsive. I swear Anna, you make me yearn, make me ache, make me want things I ve never wanted with another woman in my life.
Devon
Shh. He nipped at her lips, the small burn only adding to the pleasure building in her body.
She jerked in his arms, her body arching closer to him as surprise shot through her.
Quiet, he growled.
She shivered at the sound.
Damn, you make me so hard I feel like my cock is going to burst into flames waiting to get inside your hot little pussy. Do you how tight you are? How wet and wild you are as I fuck
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