Proserpina

Taken by surprise, I recoiled in hurt.

We had just shared a magical night and the only words he had for me after that were...these ???

He stood up, slowly. I licked my dry lips. The white dress shirt he was wearing, was open to the waist, exposing his bare chest with the wiry hair and sculpted torso and I shut my eyes briefly as a memory of how I had hungrily licked his taut nipples last night came to my mind.

It seemed like a distant dream now as I felt my chest heaving with foreboding, watching him approach with the gait of a panther approaching its hapless...