The morning light blinded me as I awoke in a strange room with a hot body in my arms. I was dreaming about Charlotte again, her soft skin caressing mine, her smile. After a moment I recognised the space around me. Last night was unexpected. Yet again Ellie made me lose control. She consumed me slowly. She was unlike anyone else I'd ever met before. I fucked her last night and I didn't feel guilty about it at all.
My desire burned for her. My dead cells were reawakened; the need to be close to her was back. Every time she whimpered I was overwhelmed with euphoria and need of full control.
I had no idea how long this could last, maybe a few more weeks. I wasn't delusional. I was working undercover, trying to catch a notorious drug smuggler. Ellie wasn't my future. Yes, she pulled me away from the misery I carried, but this wouldn't last. We were both too damaged.
She turned around, blinked a few times, and smiled at me.
"Morning."