73. Don't Force Me

*ESME*

Every nerve in my body wanted him to fill me. My legs trembled feeling the waves of pleasure he created with his finger gently rubbing mine. Pushing in again and again until I was moaning limply in his arms from behind. One of my hands was on the wall and the other was around his neck to balance my body so I wouldn't fall.

He kissed my cheek, then down my neck, my shoulder, "I love, you darling, I don't want to lose you. I hate that someone else will have you. I hate that he touched you, I want to kill him, I want you back. I will win you." He whispered in my ear like a calming cool breeze.

I haven't felt the tenderness of love from him for a long time. My feelings of hate and love warred within me. Where my sanity was tested to stick to my decision to finish with him. The image of him throwing me flashed again. Is it appropriate for me to let him touch me only once and after that not again?

Sam wouldn't know, he wouldn't be here. But, if Tharique is serious about having ano