Slow Burn

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, here we go….


Copyright – Renee Heath

There was a pattern to their lovemaking, but she chose to ignore it. Sometimes he would bend her over the table and took whatever he wanted from her willing body. Other times he would take her to bed and use her achingly slow, breaking her more with every gentle thrust. She never could decide which way she preferred more.

How easily we bend and break, she thought, as he moved in and out of her in a leisurely pace. When he locked his burning eyes with hers and whispered breathlessly: “I love you.” she whispered back: “I am leaving you.”