gone and the
position of the sun in the sky said it was past noon already. Not
surprising, considering how they’d spent the hours of the night and
early morning.
"Ty?" she called.
He came in through the bedroom door, his
cock semi-erect and she wondered if it ever shut off completely.
"Awake?"
She nodded, not sure what to say in the cold
light of day. Would he start going on about how last night had been
a mistake?
She didn’t know if she could stand it if he
did. She’d told him she wanted him even if it was only sex, but
what had happened last night and that morning had not been
restricted to the realm of the physical. She’d let him so deep into
her heart, she’d never get him out without losing part of her
soul.
His nudity and growing
arousal implied mistake wasn’t the word on the edge of his lips at the
moment, but even so, she waited in silence as he approached the
bed.
He didn’t give her a chance to talk once he
got there either, as he made it very clear what he wanted from her
and it wasn’t a post mortem. His touch was tender and gentle, but
every time she opened her mouth, he closed it with his lips or with
his finger pressed against her lips.
He didn’t want to talk.
She could deal with that. At least he wasn’t
saying goodbye.
She didn’t know how long he caressed her
body, but it felt like hours before he positioned himself over
her.
She winced with slight pain when he took
possession of her, but he didn’t see it because his mouth was busy
suckling a throbbing nipple. And she said nothing. She was enjoying
their intimacy too much, despite the soreness that proved she’d
never been made love to so completely and that it had been a very
long time since she’d made love at all.
This time they came together, her climax
feeding off his prolonged orgasm until she reached a level of
pleasure that sent her into semi-oblivion. She was aware only
peripherally of his final thrust and the howl she’d come to expect
on his completion.
As he settled against her afterward, the
words she’d tried so hard not to repeat the night before rasped out
of vocal chords strained by screams of ecstasy. "I love you,
Ty."
He went stiff and rolled off of her in an
unmistakable physical repudiation of the words. Her heart squeezed
and she turned her head, needing to see something in his face that
said he hadn’t meant the movement the way it had felt.
All she saw was stony coldness.
"Ty?"
"So you love me."
"Yes."
"So much that when I refused to have sex
with you yesterday you told me you didn’t want to be my friend
anymore."
"I’m sorry I hurt you. It’s not like you’re
thinking. I was at the end of my emotional tether with you, Ty. I
wasn’t trying to manipulate you."
"Weren’t you? Human women are good at
that."
"As opposed to what,
female animals ?"
she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.
"As opposed to my kind," he said, a kind of
impotent rage throbbing in his voice.
" Your kind? What are you talking
about?"
He grimaced as if he hadn’t meant to say
what he had. "I’ll explain after you tell me if this so called love
of yours is going to lead to marriage."
She scooted into a sitting position,
dragging the quilt with her as a covering over nudity she wasn’t
comfortable sharing with him at the moment. The sunlight coming in
through the window put his features in harsh relief and there was
no comfort there for her hungry soul.
"It’s not so-called love, it’s
real, Ty." So real, his attitude was shredding her.
"Then you’ll marry me."
"Are you saying you want to marry me?" she
asked, unable to believe he was offering her dearest hope with such
emotionless detachment.
On top of that, after every thing he’d said
yesterday, the proposal – such that it was - didn’t make any
sense.
He sat up beside her and she had to stifle
and urge to reach out and touch the beautifully molded muscles of
his chest. He was so perfect.
He raised one knee and draped his arm over
it, his
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