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I found myself hoping whatever she was dreaming, it was about me.
The heat from her was unbearable, so close I found myself lowering slightly to inhale the intoxicating scent of her hair and skin. When she whimpered again and opened her legs, I almost cried out in frustration, my hips shifting to meet hers on an instinct I should have under better control.
No.
Heaving myself off the bed, I ignored her whimper, pulling her grip from me and tucking her arms under the sheets. I strode out of the bedroom and collapsed heavily onto the couch, breathing as though I had performed some massive act of physical strength.
And I suppose I had.
I couldn’t see her from where I sat, my vision white and thoughts swirling too fast in my mind to catch. All I could feel was my cock, so hard it ached, creating a tent against the fabric of my pants. I leaned back against the couch and closed my eyes, willing away the thoughts but instead finding my hand drifting down my body and into my boxers. I groaned when I wrapped my hand around myself and opened my eyes, pausing to make sure I hadn’t woken her with the involuntary sound. It seemed unlikely, not with those drugs, but the last thing I wanted was for her to wake and find me jerking off in the next room.
I couldn’t stop it. My hips were bucking against my hand in desperation for friction as I worked my length, fingers wrapped around tight and thumb running over the head, dripping with pre-cum. I had to bite my lip against the urge to groan again as I felt the pleasure building.
Intense.
Uncontrollable.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her body in a way I shouldn’t.
In a way I mustn’t.
With a frustrated roar that I muffled by slamming a pillow over my face, I withdrew my hand from my pants, denying myself the release and hating the ache that emanated from the denial.
This was a nightmare because all I wanted to do was to take her, to gently wake her from her sleep and press my lips to hers, to let her intoxicate me, and completely give in to the earthly desires that had tempted so many before me. I knew the human body, and I could touch and tease her in ways she’s never dreamed. But it was so wrong in so many ways. That’s not what I was here for. I was here to care for the people and watch out for them.
Not for my own pleasure.
Not to bond with a human like that.
Punching the arm of the couch, I heard a crunch as the wood underneath broke, and the arm shifted, leaning to the side now.
I was stronger than this and these desires.
Wasn’t I?
Evie, you make me weak.
I couldn’t get that close to touching her again.
EVIE
The exact name of the medication Zaqiel gave me that helped me sleep the night before, I hadn’t asked. But damn, they worked well. While I still felt tender the following morning and a bit raw, I was able to move with a little more ease as my body had been allowed the rest the pain was denying me. Sitting up in the bed, I inspected my arms and legs, not daring to lift the coverings but merely touching them tentatively. All the smaller cuts had healed, and I breathed a sigh of relief that I wouldn’t be left with a zigzag of minor scars across my arms to match all the others I had collected. I couldn’t speak for the larger wounds, though. Hopefully, given the medical attention they otherwise wouldn’t have had, they wouldn’t scar as bad as those left to heal without proper care.
Pressing my fingertips to my face, I wandered my hands over my skin. Still a bit tender but worlds away from where I was days ago. I was finally at the stage of healing where I could feel I was getting better. I was past the stage where my wounds throbbed, and I could feel every beat of my heart as the blood pumped underneath the damaged and exposed skin.
My elation at realizing my body was healing faster now was immediately crushed when it occurred to me what it meant.
Going back to Tyson.
Because where else was I going to go?
Tyson controlled the rent, and I’m almost certain the landlord was in Tyson’s pocket, along with many others in the area. It seemed too much of a coincidence most of his girls lived within the same few buildings. So I’d have to move and hope wherever I chose wasn’t simply another path back to him. But would heletme leave?
Would Tyson have dropped Paul as a client? While I’d like to think so, I knew he wouldn’t. Paul paid too much money for Tyson to consider getting rid of him just because he busted my face. He’d probably tell him only to go a bit easier next time. Paul would probably blame Tyson for hiding Heidi from him, then he’d go back to being her fare, and there’d be little I could do to protect her because there was no way Tyson would let me take him as a client again.
I wondered if Heidi was still in my apartment and if she was okay.
Zaqiel had said I didn’t have a phone on me when he found me, but he had found my spare apartment key sewn on the inside of my bra and put it aside before he discarded the clothes. They were torn beyond use anyway, and I wasn’t sure I needed the reminder every time I put them on. I had asked him if I could use his phone to message Heidi. He said he didn’t have one, and I believed him. With anyone else, that would seem strange, but something about him made the fact he didn’t have a phone simply another puzzle piece that fit together to build the man I was slowly getting to know.
