Page 181 of Rome: The Ballerina

“Good morning,” he whispered into my mouth.

Passion preceded him.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

His strokes were long.

Calculated.

Mythical.

Medicinal.

Each one had healing powers beyond the one before.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, baby.”

He tightened his grip on me. His strokes grew in intensity. They came hard.

Fast.

Powerfully.

He pounded into me, uprooting my worries and bidding them farewell.

“Yessss. Yesssss. Yesss.”

I felt my body mounting.

“Yessssss.”

“I’m ’bout to cum, Mellow. I’m ’bout to c– Ugh. Fuck.”

As we peaked in unison, my body convulsed. Numbness grew rapidly throughout my lower half.

Finally, Saint loosened his hold on me. As my head became one with the pillow, I looked at the brighter side of it all. I’d saved thousands of dollars on therapy. Off-season mornings with Saint were all the therapy I needed.

“Up, Mellow. We’ve got a few stops to make. You’re riding with me today.”

Excitement grew within me, stirring me from the slumber I was seconds away from falling victim to.

“As long as we make a stop before you get started.”

“Whatever you want to do, baby.”

Good. I cheered inside, sliding from underneath the covers and following Saint into the shower where he suddenly forgot that we hadstops to make. I hadn’t gotten the chance to soap my towel before he was inside of me again. I embraced his greed, welcoming him into my oasis with fresh fluids and plush walls. He was safe here. Always would be.

It took two full hours before we were out of the house. I cruised the streets of Clarke confidently with Saint by my side. I’d been the passenger Princess my entire life. Things had changed.

And, if I had anything to say about it, they’d keep changing and I’d keep evolving. Because, as Teddy had told me once.I’m no baby. I am a grown, capable woman on a mission to be the best version of herself each and every day.

There.

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