Page 44 of Taunt Me (Dark Odyssey 2)

The rawness builds and comes for me, draining me and I blow my load into her, the two of us crying out into the release that grips us in passion’s claws.

Jesus Christ,I actually feel drained like a part of my life force is gone. It’s exhaustion finally coming for me. It’s come to get me and tell me it’s time to stop, or at least take a break from her body.

I try to heed the warning but the minute we get back in bed I’m balls deep in her again, owning her pussy.

This last round gets me good though. Wipes me out clean.

I had her on her hands and knees so I could take her from behind again and enjoy her glorious ass. By the time we finish we both collapse in a heap on the pillows.

She looks tired. Still a work of art but tired, with her droopy lids that have that subtle pleasure-filled look that makes her eyes shimmer. Her skin is glowing and I’m pretty certain mine is too.

“Be back in a minute,” I tell her.

“Don’t stay away too long.” She coos and runs her fingers over the bulge of muscle on my arm.

“I won’t.”

I leave her and feel her eyes on my ass as I walk away.

She can fucking look at me however she wants. I glance back at her and I’m right, the goddess has rolled on to her elbow and is checking me out.

She runs her tongue over her pretty lips and looks me over. I fucking love it and can’t get enough of her. I make my way to my ensuite bathroom to grab some tissues to clean off my dick. I grab some for her too and as I look up I catch a glimpse of myself in the floor to ceiling mirror.

The reflection of the man staring back at me makes me stop and look.

I look like myself ten years ago.

I’m ten years older, my body harder, I have more tats than I had at that time and I’ve been through all manner of shit. Nevertheless the guy looking back at me is the Gabriel from the past.

It’s him because he found his girl. The question is ‘what now’?

What to do now?

What does she want?

I know what I want. I want her.

Time hasn’t dulled how I feel about her. I never wanted for a woman in my life but the one I chose to want badly is the one I fell for. It’s her through and through, but she was right about one thing she said yesterday. She said things are different.

They are.

We can exist in this bubble all we want but I can’t ignore it. I can deal with the differences and I can pick up where we left off, my gut however tells me she can’t.

That’s the part that worries me.

She’s the same girl. The same woman that I knew and I actually took the time to know her. Knowing her made me wait for her to turn eighteen before I claimed her virginity. I was tempted as fuck to take it from the first time I saw her, but I didn’t want her to think of me as some guy who just wanted her for her body.

Knowing her is how I know she wouldn’t have mentioned the differences in time and feeling if it wasn’t important to her, and if I didn’t mean something to her we wouldn’t have had the night we had last night.

So, it’s that thing I have to tap into now and see where it takes me, where it takes us.

I just hope she wants to go in the direction I want for us. We never got to have the life I wanted us to have. Never got it and we deserved it. I want to give that to her.

I grip harder on the tissue and sigh, turning my attention to the frosted glass of the bathroom window. The slight hints of morning peak through, revealing the time. I’m guessing it’s about four, possibly five.

The birds aren’t singing yet. That’s the first sign of daylight breaking. The chirping of the birds in the trees.

I clean myself off and go back to her and clean her too.

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