Page 57 of Apex of the Curve

I grunted as she dragged me into the maelstrom with her, even though I would have gone willingly, stayed by her side, cradled her beneath my body to protect her and give her the love that she so craved and that I craved, too.

I kissed her as we both drifted lazily in satisfaction, my cock softening inside her, glued together with our mutual passion for one another. I stroked her hair back from those hallowed green eyes and met her gaze with my own. I fell into her eyes; so far down.

She took my breath away, too.

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An hour later,she lay sleeping against me, her head on my shoulder, her arm across my chest as I stared at the flickering candlelight on my ceiling and traced lazy, mindless patterns against her soft skin wherever I could reach it with the tip of my middle finger.

I felt satiated and guilty.

As though I had somehow stolen her innocence by making love to her.

If she only knew what kind of man I was, I don’t think she would have given of herself so freely.

The thought kept me awake, late into the night, her rhythmic breathing the thing to finally lull me into an uneasy slumber, plagued by the ghost of memory.

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