CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
AUTHOR'S POV
Both Edward and Roxanne stared in shock at the blood-stained couch, their skin-to-skin session hovering dangerously to a close. Not minding the tiny space the couch offered, Edward had thrusted Roxanne deeply making her scream and melt into various orgasms. He had paid little attention to the liquid that poured out from her cave hole into the white sofa, but rather concentrated more on pleasuring her to the fullest.
He was now beginning to regret his actions. Had he been too horny not to notice Roxanne's innocence and naivety? Nor the painful whimpers that were mixed melodiously with her moans of ecstasy. Now he had broken her virginity when she was not in the right frame of mind. He tried to shift the guilt away from his mind, but the guilt housefly kept perching on his heart, troubling the altar peace he had.
