Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,48

body, now his to control I was conceding for now. Moving up and down his cock, my arms gripped around his shoulders for support as his hands dug into the sides of my hips, bruising them with his hold.

Adjusting he lowered me down to the bed, as his movements increased and his body trembled. Pressing his body hard into mine, I felt trapped and secure. He consumed every part of me. My body withered in pleasure under his. The tempo increased and his cock buried to the hilt. The harder he thrusted, the deeper I felt him.

I knew tomorrow would come and my resolve would return, but for one night, I wanted to lose myself in my feelings, I wanted to lose myself in him.

My enemy, my fantasy.

I was screwed. I knew it, but abandoned all the doubt and fear, giving way to a new feeling of freedom. For tonight, I was his completely. I was willing.

That, scared the shit out of me, but enthralled me at the same time.

We went on, until the morning, entered the room. Finally, I was fully sated and sleep was calling us both. Dropping into each other, we found sleep, and I found peace.

I knew I shouldn’t have walked this path…my body covered in his weight; I felt a peace I hadn’t experience in seven years. The sudden flicker of my heart had me tense in fear. Running my hand down his back, I so could lose myself in him. Perhaps I had already. This wasn’t good. I knew who he was and what he could do to me.

Breathing in deeply, I needed to center myself. He would be the death of me. He would break me in a way that no man ever could. He had that power. The fear spiked and my body stiffened. I needed to move him off me.

My cell phone was buzzing. Looking to the clock, Shit, it was 10am, double shit, it’s Sunday.

I should have been tired but oddly, I wasn’t. I pulled from the bed, and stood to walk to the bathroom. I couldn’t help myself as I appraised a very sleep induced Charlie in my bed. The grin on my face, was a bit unexpected…He was a beautiful man and a mirror image of me. But then again…he couldn’t be. I knew I had fallen hard. Dear lord help me.

What had happened last night didn’t change anything. He was still trapped in his past. I simply played on his mind, reminding him of her. I couldn’t afford more of this. Someone would be hurt and it was no doubt that it would be me. Hell, I was already hurt, more than I realized. Reality had me regaining the sense that my actions were reckless. I let him in. When the truth finally comes knocking, shit, it’s going to be bad.

Chapter 9

What had happened last night was more than enough for me. It had to be. I needed to let him and last night go. I couldn’t afford to allow my heart into this. I understood who and what Charlie was. He was someone that in the end would and most definably will hurt me. Yes, I knew precisely who he was. The Gamble was great and I played, I was all in before I realized it. Stupid!

Shaking my head, I walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on.

Leaning of over the counter, I brushed my teeth then climbed into the shower. There was so much running thru my mind. My job, Sam the apartment…a lot of loose ends that need attention. Therefore, it was good, I was meeting my nana…every Sunday, I met her for Sunday mass. It was a drive up north. It was as if I was driving home.

I stepped from the shower drying off, and put my robe on.

I was quick to pull my hair back into a braid and put my makeup on, just enough not to look over done. I looked at myself and for the first time all weekend I looked like me…the girl I was. If only I could be her again. Now that was a fantasy.

I walked out and to the closet pulling a pair of stone colored slacks and a purple polo button down, belt and heels.

Back to the room, I appraised the bed and Charlie was no longer there.

I went to the dresser and pulled out my cross. It once belonged to my mother.

It was simple on a white gold chain and made from small