Chapter 7
I don’t have to open my eyes to know I’m alone in Anani’s bed when I wake up. We have woken several times during the night and come together again and again, and I can still feel his touch burning on my sated body. Even in sleep I’ve been aware of his presence and dreamed of long slim limbs intertwined with my muscled, hairy ones, of wet lips kissing every centimeter on my skin, and a thick, pink prick poking my naked hip.
All I feel now is the numbing chill eating its way into my bones, replacing my beating heart with a solid block of ice.
“Anani?” My voice is hoarse and aches after having swallowed his prick repeatedly and yelled out my pleasure. I clear my throat and call his name again, even though I know there won’t be an answer. I scramble out of bed and throw on the clo
