~•Amara•~
It wasn't because I didn't want him to be the one for me. Neither was it because I was afraid of how things were going to turn out for me. I was confused. More than being confused, I was scared, not for myself, but for him. I was scared for his life, his safety, and his well being.
The way my body had reacted in response to his touch, it was enough for me to know that there was no way that I would be able to continue with my act for much longer. It was like every inch of my existence was craving for his touch, begging to him silently.
My own body wasn't in my control, and my mind had refused to listen to my internal yells as it had gone completely numb. Silent pleas were resonating within my soul, asking for more of the pleasurable tingles.
"Amara? Foxy?"
I heard him call me softly after he had gotten off me. I could tell that without shifting my attention back to him, just from the lack of warmth, his warmth.
