WEAK

With a loud moan, he put her down on the bed and arched into her until they couldn’t be any closer as felt tiny convulsion swept over him, he clutched her tightly as he released himself into her and filled her, he found utter fulfilment at last, it was nothing like he has ever felt before in his life.

With a feverish gasp, he collapsed onto his back, and flung his arm over his face, struggling to catch a breath.

The hell was that?

He screamed in his head.

His affairs with women were always casual and toying with each and every one of them, torturing them and seeing them cry in pain, see them fulfilled and dump their ass.

So why had he turned to a caveman with possessiveness and intensity that he didn’t understand.

The hell happened to him, some kind of spell?

He heard quiet sobs, and his heart skipped a beat as he glanced across at Angela.

She curled into his arms, her shoulders visibly shaking uncontrollably.

She was crying, he wanted to ask her if she is alright but that would be a