Lucas woke up early the next morning and looked down at his wife peacefully sleeping, a happy expression plastered on his face. He was a bit worried, he had lost control last night but was happy he didn't harm her in any way.
He closed his eyes and recalled the feeling of being inside her, and his body started reacting. He looked down at his member, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips.
This was in his arms was going to be the death of him; she squirmed in her sleep and turned her back to him.
He was supposed to leave this woman, she was a ticking bomb ready to explode and ruin his life, but he couldn't help it.
Recently, he had been having weird dreams, dreams foretelling things that hadn't happened. They were mostly fragments, but one thing was clear: Lara would be the end of him.
