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Losing myself in my own dream, I relinquished all inhibitions and let my mind wander into fantasyland with Reiss in mind.

“Answer me,” he demanded as he slowly lifted my body.

He then led us towards the bathroom, my limbs clinging on to him as if I didn’t want to let him go. Once he had situated me against the wall in the bathroom, he lavished on my lips before he yanked his kisses away and lifted my body higher up the wall.

This time, he didn’t speak until my legs were wrapped around the back of his head with his face directly in between my thighs. “Hold on to those towel bars. Your life might depend on it.”

I didn’t need a second warning before I followed his advice. Elation ran through me as I first felt the moist flick of his hungered tongue.

“Bloody hell!” I screeched as I trembled at his tongue’s relentless expertise, gripping the metal bars as I got lost in the pleasure he was weaving inside me. I was under his spell, and God help me, I didn’t want it to end.

When my thighs started to clench, readying for a massive first release, he released the tight clasp of his mouth from my pussy before he unceremoniously slid me lower to meet my lips. I welcomed his rough invasion, kissing with my essence glazed over his mouth, as my body melted against him.

My eyes inadvertently opened, and I found myself in the mirror, looking wanton … carnal. I was a woman who had abandoned all her restraints, welcoming everything this man was doing to me.

“Sweet Ava,” he rasped out passionately. “Ava. Fuck!” he uttered my name again in the same fevered tone. “Ava …Ava …You’ve no idea how often I thought of you …” His kiss consumed me, burning me feverishly, burning away every rhyme or reason I had before I felt his first crushing thrust as his cock slid halfway into me, throbbing with one purpose only.

A muffled cry came out of me. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was relieved or hating myself for loving the very feel of him. He felt like he belonged here, entwined with me, just like this.

Reiss …

God, how he felt like Reiss.

“Wrap your arms and legs around me, love,” he softly requested before he kissed my forehead. “I want to worship you in bed.”

Passionately, we kissed as he guided us towards the bed. His lovemaking was ferocious and lit my senses, an unparalleled and an out of this world experience.

He took me twice without pause, beckoning my passions to no end. He was demanding, and I eagerly tried to match it.

He made me lose myself in a dreamy world, a world where nothing mattered and to hell with the repercussions. I found myself thinking this might be the start to a brand new spark in my life. Maybe this was what I had needed in life—excitement and new passion. I felt revived, newly awakened after being left dead for so long. I hadn’t even realized how lonely I’d been before tonight. And what a revelation that was. Drowning in my morose life, I hadn’t known I needed saving.

But tonight … Tonight had changed everything. I definitely needed to reassess my life, and maybe it was time I took control again, to hell with what my parents wanted.

Elation and newfound purpose sung through my veins as I submitted myself to a deep slumber, feeling at peace as I felt his heartbeat steadily beating against my back.

Hours later, I immediately awakened when I sensed him slowly untangling himself from me. It wasn’t long before I felt the dip of the bed, knowing he was readying himself to leave quietly, as if trying not to wake me.

I let my ears follow his hushed progress. From the whish of his clothes to the sound of the grating zipper and the soft clink of his buckle, my ears took in the soft noise he was making as my heart hammered rapidly.

Was he simply going to walk out of here without a word? It was probably late in the wee hours of the morning; therefore, there was no point of him leaving unless he regretted what had transpired between us. Or maybe he needed to go home and seek his bed with his girlfriend in it…

My mind raced with all these scenarios when I realized his movements were headed towards my side of the bed. My heart stopped functioning altogether when I felt his presence before me while I kept the pretense that I was still sound asleep.

His thumb was the first thing I felt as it brushed against the bottom of my lip before he dragged his hand to my chin, gliding it up my face until he cupped it, cradling it with his palm. I heard him take a sharp breath, as if he was having a tough time.

“Forget me, sweet Ava …” he started saying, crushing any hopes of continuing this between us. “Because I have …” His lips caressed the softness of my cheek before I felt his breath brush against my ear. He then whispered, “Since the moment I found out you never really cared for me.”

My heart felt like it had been staked right then and there. Hearing those words meant only one thing.

Fuck the blasted pretense of sleep, I decided hastily.

I snapped my eyes open, petrified as I gazed into the eyes of the man I had lost long ago. “You lied.”

Fuck. What the blasted fuck was he playing at?

A cruel, vindictive smile etched across his face before he straightened himself, shrugging down at me. “It stings to be lied to, does it not?” He then gave me a cutting look that made my insides go cold. “I don’t ever want to see you again, so stop looking for me. That part of me … He died a decade ago. Goodbye, Ava.”

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