Page 61 of His to Haunt

I try to walk ahead, but his stride is too long, so I fall back, creating distance. But then he slows his steps until we are side by side again.

I glance up at him angrily. He has a devious look in his stormy grey-green eyes.

“I’m sorry that you didn’t enjoy our time together,” his deep voice purrs and a vision of us together shoves into my mind, taking me over the same way his body did.

His intoxicating scent and his hair draping me as he penetrated my core, my pussy throbbing as he thrust so deep and hard, relentlessly fucking me until I was aching for release and nearly dying when he rewarded me with it. I fell hard, falling eternally before crashing into dark, turbulent water that pulled me under, churning me until I lost consciousness. I woke thinking I had left him.

I told you, Leena. You only left me in your mind.

His eyes twinkle as he glances my way with a smirk on the edge of his cruelly handsome, wicked lips. I refuse to look at him anymore. I quicken my steps, and he easily matches mine.

When we reach the driveway where his Camaro is parked, he pulls me into his arms.

“Stop!” I yell.

“Remember this. You may leave me mentally, fleetingly, but your body and soul aremine.”

He kisses me passionately, and I can’t get enough of the taste of his luscious tongue lapping me up with such deep-seatedneed, like a desperate thirst. The man cannot get enough. I wish my mouth didn’t feel the same.

Ashamed of myself, I wipe my lips with the back of my hand as he releases me and then climbs into his black Camaro.

“I will bring you back something, Leena. A token of my feelings.”

With that, the devil leaves me wavering in the breeze like a plucked night lily in the moonlight.

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