SIENNA
Theron took me to the bathroom and practically tore my clothes off. I helped him take off his, and in an instant, we were under the water, kissing.
I wasn't a stranger to sex, but even with Theron's rougher grips, I didn't feel uncomfortable, as if he wanted to hurt me. It's amazing how, when we don't want to see the truth, we simply don't see it: Adrian was always like-angry at me. He never touched me with the tenderness Theron did, almost as if in reverence. Every touch, every kiss, every lick on my skin was done in a way that exuded how much I meant to him.
Even if he wasn't my fated mate, I was at least happy to experience that kind of moment. He, who had just been sucking on my nipples, lifted his eyes. He let go of my breast with a 'pop!' and stood up, without breaking our eye contact.
"Don't cry," he said and kissed my eyes. I hadn't even realized that tears were falling. "Do you want to stop?"
