Forty Seven.

Ryan’s POV

Every moment that Elle pretended to be Aria was great, it was like Aria was finally mine. That I could have her body in the way I desired.

Elle rolls off of me, lying on her back and smiling as she looks up to the ceiling. Her dark hair quickly returns to blonde, the points on her ears growing back in seconds as she becomes herself. That was the problem, I never wanted her to turn back.

Sitting up, I swing my legs out of bed.

“Why can’t you stay that way for a little longer? You know, until your at least out of my sight?”

I feel the weight of the bed shift as she gets up and walks around to stand in front of me. Her fingers on my chin as she tilts my face up to look at her. She was still naked, she wasn’t what I would usually go for. No real curves, her ribs visible and she barely had a handful when it came to her tits. Nothing like Aria.

“You know deep down it’s me. Why don’t you just fuck me, why does it always have to be her?” She turns her back on me before I even answe