Page 92 of Moros

He made me different—every stroke, every pass of his lips, every taste of his come made me different. And while it should scare me, all I could manage was to close my eyes and gave myself over to the very depraved things I wanted to do to him—I wanted him to do to me.

Making love with Khadri was almost spiritual, each orgasm that rushed through me bringing me closer and closer to that unknown edge.

He tried controlling himself—his jaw tightening even as he closed his eyes and buried his face into my chest or my throat.

But eventually, he took over, held me down and made me come until I was a puddle of myself.

On the floor he took me, over and over—and when he did come, it was so deep inside me, I felt every powerful spurt of his undoing.

“I figured you’d like to see this.” Morgana walked into the room.

Theodore was napping, Khadri friends were off working on a part of their plan with Khadri while I was stuck at the house with bodyguard they were calling Sparrow.

I was using Khadri’s computer, trying to find jobs to apply for even though I didn’t know when we would be leaving. It was clear to me that would depend on what they all found out today—on when Paul left.

“You said you didn’t know what your father looked like.” Morgana sat across from me.

She set a photo album in front of me and opened it to a specific page.

“It’s an old picture.” She pointed. “This is the day he left—he was nineteen here.”

My heart raced.

It was as if I was looking into my own face.

His eyes were mine.

That was where I got the groove in my upper lip from.

That button of a nose—I really didn’t get anything from my mother.

“At least now I know where my face came from.” I muttered around trying not to cry. “Khadri found their first house. There were no pictures in it—it was almost as if someone went through it and stripped it bare. I did find this.”

I lifted the pendant to show her.

“That belonged to my mother.” Morgana told me.

“Oh—” I began removing it from my neck. “You can have it. It was the only thing I found in the house that I could say belonged to my parents. If it was your mother’s you should have it back.”

She stopped me by resting a hand on one of my arms.

“It would have been yours if things had worked out the way they should.” Morgana explained. “It’s usually passed down to the first child.”

“Are you sure?”

She smiled and nodded. “I’m sure. So, have you fixed things between yourself and Khadri?”

I flushed.

“I didn’t know you knew.”

“Of course, I knew. I told you going out with Todd was a bad idea, didn’t I?” Morgana sighed. “Only a fool can’t see how that man wants to feel for you.”

“Wants to?”

Morgana glanced toward the door before leaning toward me and lowering her voice.

“Yes.” She replied. “He wants to love you, but something is holding him back. And that little—whatever it is you did with Todd—took all of that away. Now he looks like you how a man looks at a woman and that’s not what you need.”

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