This is the twentieth entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to find out what happens in the end.
Thank you for reading!
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She couldn’t help but sink into him and revel in his heat.
Christ, but she couldn’t keep doing this. And she couldn’t keep stopping either.
He wrenched away and was staring at her, his chest fierce with ragged breathing.
“I…no. I can’t.” He looked possessed as he spoke. His eyes widened so much they were frightening. “I just can’t.”
“No!” his hand shot out in warning and he backed away as if retreating from a demon.
Frozen, she only watched as lunacy appeared to grip him.
Was kissing her, was stirring her, a mere sport for him?