Insight | Aumora Puri
I’m working on something a bit wild + it’s coming soon!
Forgive me in advance. Though wild, it’s necessary. You’ll understand by the end of the story.
Check out the excerpt below:
(unedited + copyrighted)
“He always leaves you behind,” Hendrix whispered in my ear. The rasp in his baritone tortured me beautifully. It was shocking how much control he possessed over me, exhilarating how quickly he arrived whenever I requested his presence. “The neglect only places you in front of me.” This time when he spoke in my ear, I quivered.
“Hendrix. Shut up and kiss me already.” I wrapped my arms around his tall, muscular frame as he came as close to me as he could stand. The moment his lips pressed against mine, I closed my eyes. I swore fireworks went off, relentlessly expressing an earth trembling flutter that his gentle touch overwhelmed me with.
“I’m so tired of this shit.” He huffed.
He always complained about not having me the way he wanted to. It bothered him endlessly. Our time couldn’t be well spent without an inquiry of why I didn’t officially belong to him.
“Don’t do this. I’m not sure how long we have together,” I whispered, moaning through the gentle pecks he placed on my lips and neck.
“Fuck him. I’m here now. Limited time isn’t a concern of mine.”
“Hendrix,” I moaned. I tried to scream at him and shout reminders why it should have been a concern of his, but I couldn’t. Soft kisses to my neck clouded everything I contemplated saying. Quickly, he’d humbled me, bringing me back to my reality when he paused the kisses I loved.
“I’m beginning to feel used.” Whispers in my ear made me moan even more. I tried to kiss him again, but he froze and dodged my lips by turning his head. “You want me or my dick?” he spat.
Just when I thought I couldn’t be anymore turned on than I already was, he proved me wrong. Hendrix was undeniably tempting.
“Both?” I questioned, wondering if both was a reasonable answer for him. Like he hadn’t already screwed me in different areas of the apartment I shared with Kingston twice a week, he commented his usual, a clear refusal to screw me in the bed I shared with Kingston. I was fine with that because some things left my conscious intact. Other things not so much!
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