Page 153 of Rather: The Therapist

I sealed her lips with a kiss and slid right into homebase. Her fingers tightened around my elbows.

“Uhhhh–”

Goddamn.

Upon entry, I understood my demise was near. I quickly learned it was likely the men the rules were made to protect. Because her walls were snugger. Her temperature was higher. Her depth was deeper. Her flesh was softer.

“Fuck,” I whispered in her mouth. “Damn.”

Passion possessed me. Pussy dominated me. I was losing the battle without even a slight chance of coming out the same man I’d gone in as.

“Umm.”

The pressure was far too intense, forcing me from the bed where I hovered over Rather’s body.

“My God. Mmmm.”

One look at her beautiful face and I was a fucking wreck. I reached below and swirled my thumb around her clit while applying pressure. I was near my ending and I needed her to join me on the other side.

“Yessssss.”

She arched her back, lifting it from the shirt underneath her. Her nipples spiked the air, inviting me in for a taste. I rounded my spine to meet her right breast.

“Priesssssst.”

She was the sweetest melody on a stormy night. She was the crackling of a warm fireplace. She was the purplish hue from the sun’s glow in the early morning hours when most of the world was sleeping. She was pleasure. She was pain.

Letting her go would be the hardest thing I’d ever have to do. It would cut me deeply, leaving me restless and wounded.

“Priesss— Uhhhh!.”

Her contractions pulled me deeper.

“Uhhhh.”

“Urgh.”

I participated in the blood ritual that was sacred and rightfully so. With each stroke of my dick, the knot our souls had established tightened. The final one sealed our fates and bid us farewell, breaking my heart in half.

I collapsed onto the bed next to Rather. We both lie speechless. The caving of our chests was the only movement made. Our sporadic breaths were the only sounds present.

The weight of our world came crashing down on me. Emotions swelled my chest. Hearing Kofi profess his intentions for their union felt more like confirmation for me than a confession of his. And, this moment felt more like closure than progress for Rather and I.

The deep, unsteady breath she pulled in sent a pang through my chest. I didn’t have to look over. I didn’t need to look over. I knew those big, curious eyes were no longer dry. For the life of myself, I couldn’t bring myself to see tears fall down her cheeks. I couldn’t see her cry. It would only make my departure much harder than it already was.

“I won’t see you again, will I?”

I sifted through the words in my head, trying to find any that would heal the brokenness we’d created. There were none.

“I never said that, Rather.”

She cleared her throat, trying to avoid the cracking that was inevitable. As soon as more words sprouted, so did more tears.

“You didn’t have to,” she paused to gather herself, “My heart said so.”

“Your heart is right, Rose. I have to go and I won’t return.”

From my peripheral, I watched her nod. I’d confirmed her suspicions. I’d broken her heart. And, I’d ended what would go down in my history book as the greatest seventy-nine days of my life.

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