Amelie
Though Raphael stopped fighting me and took me to bed the night of the dinner, I could still sense that he was holding himself back. Every night since then he had made love to me, teased me and f****d me, in every way I could imagine but not the way I most craved. As none of that time came close to what we had shared the night when he had lost control. But I was content enough… For now. I didn’t want to push him too much, too fast.
I told myself it was better this way if he thought that he has all the control. And besides that we have established a sort of rhythm between us. Every evening after dinner we sat in the library. Both reading our respective books. He knew what I read, and even though he controlled it, there were times his dark side would peek out just barely and those t
