Ninety Two : 21+

"Enough, Rhys." I let out a gasping sound as his hands crawled up my breast again. Squeezing it as his face drops to my neck.

Teasing me again, and again.

We were both naked, completely naked on the bed in his private room which was in his office. Touching each other until I remember nothing but pleasure and release. What he did to me was able to make me not think about anything and made me let go of all the heavy things that weighed on my mind and heart. Even though he is most of the cause, on the other hand he is the only one who is able to extinguish the fire that is inside me so that all that is left is smoke.

I can't fall in love with this man.

I'd rather never have been in love at all than have my love unrequited, and fall for a man who would only play me as his bitch. I've seen that possibility quite a few times though I've had a few denials when I heard what he said about me.

That I was different from the women he spent time with. In contrast to women who satisfy his lust. But