Magda
I woke with a start, feeling like my insides were on fire. The room was empty. Sleep and confusion fogged my brain as I tried to remember what had happened. I’d…
I felt like I knew this place, but my brain was hazy.
Why did I feel this… ache…?
It was in that moment I realized I was completely alone… and nude. But then, why did it feel like I’d…?
With a trembling hand, I reached down and slipped a hand between my legs. My fingers came away wet with hot, white fluid, tinged ever so slightly with the pink of my blood. I stared at it, transfixed, as images flooded my mind. Two bodies entwined; my fingers clutching him; my legs hooked around his waist as he filled me—I leaned back against the headboard, a spasm rippling through me. I needed him—I needed that . I squirmed, desire building within me.
I could scarcely move. Every single time I did, my body sang with a delicious longing that made me want to take him again. Who? Who had been here with me?
A name against my lips. A mouth against mine. His hands holding me on this bed. I bit back the moan that nearly escaped.
“Caleb,” I whispered. “Caleb…”
I looked down at the bed and buried my face in the scent of him, entangled here in these sheets. I rolled over to where he’d fallen asleep beside me, taking in the pure, heady smell of him, and the feeling of his hands on my hips. The room was such a bright purple… I was relentlessly tired, but if I didn’t have more of him soon, I didn’t know how I would survive.
“Caleb,” I whispered. “I need you. Come back…”