This is a short piece, part of a WIP. Don't be mad at the end, more is coming!
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His gaze slid over her and heated, making her skin tingle with the knowledge of what this man could do to her.
“Do you remember?” His voice was gruff, a controlled growl, like an animal waiting to pounce. And oh, how her traitorous body wanted him to pounce.
“I remember.” Barely a whisper, was that really her voice?
Unconsciously, her tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips and instant regret filled her when his eyes moved to the spot and stayed. She felt his need and his restraint while he stood before her, towering over her as only he could. He hadn’t touched her, but the electric tension was so palpable, she could feel it already, the way he would make her burn, the way she would disintegrate under his masterful hand.
Daryl watched the woman in front of him with the eyes of a hardened man and the memories of a boy. More than a decade, an ex-wife, and countless lovers hadn’t changed the truth that this woman was still the only woman who made him feel this way. His body was a raging inferno and he hadn’t laid a hand on her. But he remembered, oh how he remembered. Restraint was a fading concept as all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his cock which pressed painfully against the fly of his jeans, a caged animal fighting for release.
She lifted those clear blue eyes to meet his. Fire reflecting fire. He almost lifted his hand to cup her cheek and take her mouth when a single, solitary tear, slid from the corner of her eye, dousing the flame as if it was a tidal wave.
“I remember.” She whispered again. “I remember everything.”
And the love of his life turned and walked away, leaving him there with his memories and his regret.
This ending may have doused a fire for you as well, or maybe ignighted your own memories to create a new one. Either way, I hope you enjoy all of this week's smutty goodness! Click the badge below for some that won't leave you hanging :)