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"Lille Jagerfly," Tom said gently. I turned to him. The man I did not know I wanted. Keane may look like the man I had imagined, but it was Tom who was the man I truly wanted. The one my soul needed.
I went to Tom, went to his arms, climbed up on the stool and kissed him.
Nothing.
I pulled back and looked around and the room was empty. I turned and looked up at Tom and he was looking around warily as well.
"Did he leave?" I asked. "Is it over?"
"I don't know. Get your things, we aren't staying here. Grab a change of clothes, we'll come back during the day tomorrow for the rest."
Tom hustled me out of there to his car.
As he put me in the front seat I heard a whisper.
"It's not yet over, Mo Shíorghrá."
- COMMENTS
BrookeHazeover 2 years agoAnother amazing story! I mean, literal sex demon or benevolent rapey cop... how do you choose??
Lovewithlaceover 2 years agoI come back and re read this story too often! Still one of my favorites and I wish there was a part two!
Spawghettiabout 3 years agoHiii! I really appreciate your work. The mood setting is great and I love how I can immerse into the story universe. Awesome built-up and flirting and arrrgh (that Tom-Brielle fight was damn hot).
Personally, I would love to see longer and more descriptive actual sex scenes. It feels like it ends a little bit too fast. And maybe a little more reluctance? Nevertheless, 5 stars.
