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PREVIOUSLY "RAVISH"
Everyone has a secret. Adam Williams had it all. But there's one thing about him everyone knew nothing about. It was his weak mental health. In order to be free from his sexually-driven alter ego, Chase, he was left with no c...
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NATALIA
HE WAS HUMMING lightly in the front of kitchen stove, expertly flipping the pancake over, his muscled biceps and abdomen flexing with his movements, the plane of his back tan and soft under my fingertips last night. Unconsciously, I licked my lips, dampening them, recalling last night's pleasurable events.
He stacked the cake onto the plate and poured honey on top, and view brought back images of the previous night. The ache and wetness in between my legs and his wet tongue all sticky and sultry just like honey.
He lifted his gaze and a lazy smile crept across his face, his damp hair covered part of his hooded eyes, and more for moment, I wanted so bad for him to claim my mouth and my body once again.
"Something tells me you want a kiss." As if ready my mind, he drawled.
"Uhm, no." I lied with a stutter, averting my gaze from his naked torso.
He dipped his finger into the honey jar, put the sweet syrup into his mouth, before walking around the kitchen counter and standing in front of me.
I fidget on my stool as he leaned over to kissed me lightly, his mouth warm, honey sweet, and delicious.
"I have a feeling you would like to continue." He gave a sly smile before pressing his hot mouth against mine and started devouring me hungrily and fiercely, licking and biting every each of my mouth until I shudder for more.
I closed my eyes as hot sensation started to build again in the pit of my stomach and spread all over my body until it reached my center, a sweet wet liquid pooled down in between my legs.
I tore my lips away from him, gasping for air. "I hate you."
He chuckled, obviously unaffected with my statement. "I know." He straightened. "I need to go to work." He hesitated. "Can you stay here, please? When I get home, I want to see you in my bed, legs spread apart, ready for me. Can you do that?"
"I-I can't," My mind became foggy.
I'd pictured what he had said but I knew I must set boundaries. Otherwise, he'd think he could still get his way with me. Although, my anger already subsided, and realized my feelings for him were still raw and very much alive, I couldn't just give in so easily.
You already did!
I reminded myself angrily.
"What happened last night... it was a mistake .... we should pretend it never hap—"
"The hell are you talking about?!" He roared, his hands clasped his hips, and his nostrils flared. "You liked what we did! We were purring under me like a cat! You fucking loved when I slammed into you! I wasn't deaf when you blurted out my name and asked me to fuck you harder. Does that sound like a woman who was not pleasured? Who felt it was a mistake? You could've say no if you didn't want it!"
