Donahue
I saw the pain in her eyes when she stepped into the caves she created and in that moment I realized that she just gave us a piece of herself, showing us her home and the place she longs for. I hate my father all over again and myself right along with him. “I’m sorry.” I tell her when we reach one of the rooms. I know we won’t be sharing a room, not after the way she stroked that bond, nearly bringing me to my knees with pleasure. I knew she would hate herself if she gave in to the need, but it killed me to make her stop when all I wanted was to beg her to give in, to never stop.
“I lost my home long before you took me from it.” She says and my mind races to try and make sense of her words. “Your father wasn’t the only one that has tried to take from me. I’m not sure who is wors
