Before I Fall

Chapter Twenty-six

Five, four, three, two, one. Morgan breathed in deeply as her eyes fluttered open. It was morning and he was still here. She wanted him to be here with her in this moment for eternity and a day. He was so freaking beautiful. Roman was sleeping now, the first time she had seen him sleep since their affair began three days ago. The bastard was relentless, Morgan barely had time to eat, bathe or even rest before he was pouncing on her again.

To be fair, they were both insatiable and had come to know each other's bodies well. Roman had discovered what made her scream in ecstasy and what made her mewl, just like a master honing his craft. He owned her body now. Morgan was deeply and utterly fucked in more ways than one. Yes, she was being taken care of physically but emotionally she was already tethered to him whether he knew it or not.

Deep in her heart, Morgan knew she would turn the world over if he only asked it of her. She wouldn't be able to stop herself, she belonged to him and he belonged to her, forever. This was fate, a fate she never once had with Tarek and what love she thought she had for her ex-boyfriend was nothing compared to what she was feeling for the man sleeping just mere inches away from her face. Her mate, her life partner, her MAN.

His black hair was free and wavy from the constant shower sex they had, the sun illuminating his pure white skin that went well against her heavenly brown one. Damn it! How did she get here? A few days ago, she wanted to kick him in the throat and now he's the only thing she could think about, loved ones be damned. His mane was spread out all over her pillows and Morgan's fingers itched to move away the hair and trace every curve that outlined his face.

Proceeding with caution, Morgan reached up and gently removed the locks that were on his face and carefully put them on his shoulder. She stilled her hands to see if he would wake up but he didn't, in fact she didn't know if he was dead or alive when she initially saw Roman sleeping because he made no sounds and he didn't move. If not for the rise and fall of his chest, Morgan would have thought the worst. There, now she could enjoy his beauty.

Morgan lowered her hand to his face but she didn't touch him, no, her hand was only a few millimeters away and she kept it there so she could feel the heat radiating off him. Moving her fingers the way she would if she were actually touching him, Morgan traced his face and just imagined what his smooth skin felt like under her fingers, that was enough for her. All of a sudden his hand shot up and gripped her wrist frightening the woman. His eyes didn't open, it seemed like he was still sleeping. Maybe it was just a reflex but that was put to rest when he spoke,

"What are you doing?" Roman asked in a low groggy voice.

"Noth- nothing." Morgan replied swallowing hard. What was he going to do?

His eyes flew open and he stared straight at the ceiling above him as he released a sigh. The daylight made his eyes look white, like he had no lens or pupils, it was a little creepy even for Morgan. He turned his head and looked at the princess, Morgan was anxious about what he was going to do because the man definitely had a short fuse. What she didn't expect was for him to kiss the inside of her wrist followed by her palm as his eyes held hers.

The feeling she received from such a gesture was beyond measure, it was like she had a rainbow pumping through her veins. Roman made things even better by disappearing beneath the sheets to have his morning special. He had been feasting on her every morning whether she was awake or not. She could really get used to having him around. Like clockwork she came in his mouth and he drank the cream she offered, however this morning was different. Instead of plunging into her awaiting wetness, he got off the bed and went into the bathroom. She heard the shower and it was right then Morgan could feel that the little world of bliss they had created was crumbling down.

This wasn't fair! He swooped in unannounced, fucked her like a husband that had been far away from his wife too long and now he wanted to leave her? Leave her with all these conflicting feelings? Hell no, he couldn't do this to her! Calm down girl. Morgan took a deep breath, she was just over thinking as usual. Roman was just taking a shower, that was all. Pulling the bedsheets over her ample bosom, Morgan layed there until she heard him finish. It took a while before he came out with his dick swinging and went straight to her closet. She sat up as she watched him get dressed, with each piece of clothing he put on, her anxiety grew but she didn't show it. Even if he left right now, he would come back to her because he was hers.

Damn it, she was behaving like a silly schoolgirl! They had fulfilled each other's sexual needs but their souls were yet to be bonded and that's what she craved the most but it appeared Roman needed a little more time and Morgan would give him that. He came out of her closet fully dressed and she still remained naked under the covers longing for him to join her again. The heat was over, her body was satisfied but the soul remained untangled and it would suffice for now.

"Leaving so soon?" Morgan asked trying to play it cool.

"Mm-hmm" was all the response Roman gave as he put on his watch.

"So, when will I see you again?" Morgan did her best to keep the desperation out of her voice. In spite of that, an annoyed look was etched on his face.

"You mistake me for someone who wants to be in a relationship with you, to be even seen with you. I will do as I please and you are free to do the same because we are not bound to each other. Ah yes, before I forget...."

Roman paused and Morgan watched him as he dug through his coat pockets until he brought out a vial with a clear liquid and gave it to her. The horrible words he spoke hadn't completely registered in her sexed up brain yet.

"Drink it." he commanded.

"What's this?" Morgan asked looking at the bottle curiously.

"A special blend of my own. It will rid you of my scent and any indication that we were together. I'll be damned if anyone found out that I've been given a burden such as you. A fucking LaFray nonetheless." he lambasted quite harshly.

Where was this coming from? Morgan thought they had a great time together, even if it was just sex but they had a connection. She felt it when she looked into his eyes as he entered her slowly on their second night together. They were meant for each other! No, this was not how the story went. Boy meets girl, girl plays hard to get but eventually gives in, boy and girl have sex then he is twisted around her little finger to do her bidding forever! Roman was supposed to be her forever.

"I'm not drinking this. I have nothing to be ashamed of!" Morgan refused in a huff.

She was really tempted to fling the small bottle right in his eye and let him feel how she was feeling in that moment.

"Of course you have nothing to be ashamed of you'll sleep with anyone. Now drink the fucking potion before I force it down your throat!" his voice rose at her. She was tired of this prostitute narrative he tried to pin on her.

"I am not a whore you son of a bitch!" she shouted at him. She would never accept his accusations.

"I don't care, now drink." Roman seethed as he took two steps towards her.

Filled with shame and frustration, Morgan pulled the stopper from the bottle and downed the contents. It was odourless but it was like drinking gasoline. It was harsh and bitter like it's maker, and Morgan had a hard time quieting the gag sounds that inadvertently happened. She watched in sadness as he also took another vial from his coat and drank it without a reaction. How often had he done this?

"I'd appreciate it if you kept what happened in the last few days to yourself and go back to not knowing who I am. I don't need anyone knowing we were together." the distaste from his tongue hung in the air and it became very hard for Morgan to breathe.

He walked away to open her bedroom door but before he went through, he stopped and Morgan's eyes watched his every move, soaking him in her memory just in case.

"I will stop by if I need to. Make yourself available when I do." Roman ended then left, slamming the door behind him.

Morgan's little heart ached. What did she do to deserve this kind of hatred? Was this the penalty for killing Tarek? Did she not deserve an ounce of happiness? For someone to genuinely love her and hold her when the nights grew cold? He used her, he used her body in ways he saw fit and he would do so again. The problem was Morgan didn't think she would be strong enough to stop him.