Lendon’s burning eyes gazed out hypnotically, his hand still resting tense upon the door, and his breath escaped quite audibly, amplifying the appearance of his heavily heaving chest. —–The only question was… His life had never been happy, but his sister was deeply loving, and anything, no matter how terrible it was, could be put behind him when she was nearby. So she remained still, in a trance, beginning for some form of resolution. Seeing this her eyes felt heavy, and she began to cry. Yet, he was certain of what he had to do. A loud pair of moans echoed through the bedroom, and as they released themselves in unison, their motions slowed, Adra’s legs were released, and the controlling lover gently laided down just beside her, pulling her close in a secure embrace. It had been so long, he had assumed he had forgotten, but then again, how can you know if you remember something if you never give it any thought?
