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“Let Me Love You” is not just a tale of love and sacrifice but also a poignant story of self-discovery, celebrating the human capacity to find love in the most unlikely of circumstances.

Please enjoy the current WIP of Iris and El. This will be published freely up to a point… like the old days and then the entire book will be posted for the full download. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. And don’t forget to check out the companion stories. (Wicked Chances, Dreams of Reality, The Convenient Wife, The Other Side of Love, She Works Hard for the Money & Ravenous)

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Chapter 28

Iris came awake with a start. Her body clock immediately told her it had to be about three in the morning. Her bladder kicked in immediately, and she knew it was closer to three-thirty. The room was dark. Somehow, the dim lights had been turned off, and the candles had been burned out. 

The warmth of his body pressed against the side of her body. His face was turned away from her, but his head was pressed against her chest. 

No snoring, she noted. 

For just a moment, she enjoyed having the room to lie in bed and not fight to stay on the edge of the bed while the rest was being hogged. El was wider than Dwayne, with about fifty pounds of added muscle from what Iris gauged last night, but the bed was big enough for both of them.

Unwinding her legs carefully from El’s, she realized his arm was lying over her hip. He took a long sigh in his sleep, softly squeezing her hips tenderly. Iris smiled tenderly from the touch as she paused her movements to reach down to move his arm in the space she made between them. 

There was a cover over her, and she was sure El had placed that on her, most likely when he adjusted the room lighting while she was sleeping.

She recalled last night as she got out of bed without waking him. 

After moving her to her side and being able to take more enormous mouthfuls of her breasts, Iris could feel his thighs pressed between her. It was too tempting while he indulged and felt his hardness also pressed against the top of her panties, but all she needed to do was arch a little, and she was in a perfect position to rub against him. 

When El switched breasts, she gyrated her hips against him, and he encouraged her to press his leg higher when she pressed forward. One of his hands pulled her closer, so each thrust forward encouraged further arousal, heightening the feel of her movements until she could feel she was on the precipice of orgasm.

In her thrashing, his manhood made its way out from the slit in the front, and she could feel his thickened shaft nuzzle right against her between her thigh. A frustrated cry left her; she winded her fingers into his soft, dense hair, holding him firmly on her breast but giving her so much leverage to rub herself against the hot steel. Her juices were soaking her panties, making it a straightforward job to increase her thrusting against him.

Astoundingly, he thickened more between her legs, and she gasped, curious to know how big he really could get.

This was safe. No entry. No birth control needed, she told herself. Iris did not want to stop and ask if he had protection because she was so close to reaching her climax and she knew he was close as well.

El gathered both nipples together to push her over the edge, and once she hit the pinnacle, El kissed her passionately.

It was perfect. So damn perfect feeling his mouth on hers, his hands on her breast, and his body pressed as his shaft pulsed like a heartbeat outside of his body, further increasing her tumultuous tremors pulsing from her hips to everywhere else. The wetness flooding between her legs was indescribable and so beautiful. It was hers and his, mixing! Damn!

Iris cried out, followed by a scream. He didn’t stop holding her even when she was ascending, and she loved that more. 

Her orgasm with him had been what she needed, what she had waited all her life to find out what was next. 

They still had not gone all the way, and she giggled, knowing if that happened, she probably wouldn’t be able to get enough of him, and he might be right about when it came to pulling away from him. 

Enjoy this while it lasted, she reminded herself as the other side of her brain was starting to shut down. 

That orgasm had taken a lot out of her. He returned to suckling more for comfort, and the pleasant sensations of feeling him there eased her faster into the world of sleep where the rest of her body had gone. 

She reminded herself that it would be just a few hours, and then she had to get home.

But it had been over a few hours, and Iris had slept so hard she hadn’t felt him getting out of bed in the middle of the night, and for her, that was unheard of. She had to be a light sleeper around Dwight because she never knew what he would do to her and she was always afraid of not remembeirng what was happening to her once she went to sleep, Possibly from childhood fears or from her days of drinking obsessively and blacking out due to either the migraines or the liquor.

Now that Iris was up and out of bed, she knew she had to find her items and get out of there, but she first needed to see if she could leave the place and, once she left, would be able to get home without having him take her. 

Her purse was still in the room where they had eaten downstairs, but she remembered he had spoken about the keyfob locking the doors. His clothes were still on the chair in the room, and once she situated where she was in the low-lit room, she could get over to the chair and find the keyfob he had used. 

His phone was also in his pocket, and she could use the glare from the front screen to see the keyfobs buttons. A green button was there, and even though she would leave him vulnerable for a moment, Iris decided it was worth the risk. 

She pressed the green button quickly before returning the phone and keyfob to his pocket. His wallet fell out, and she saw the large bills there, but it wasn’t in her nature to take what wasn’t hers, so she put it back in his pocket. 

Her clothes and shoes were neatly folded right by his clothes, and she smiled, looking back at the bed where he was still breathing deeply. She took a moment and admired him lying in the bed. With the white bedding, the nightlight in the bathroom gave her enough glare to see the covers loosely around his immense, muscled frame, and although she couldn’t see details, Iris could just imagine him looking sexy as hell.

Leave before you’re tempted to get back in bed with him, she ordered herself.

Getting out of the room, she was glad the lights were still dim out in the hall so she could put on her clothes and get down the steps to the room where they had eaten. Her underwear was still damp and stickiness on her thigh, but she would wait until she got home to clean up.

Her purse and shawl were on her chair, and Iris got her phone and checked the map of her location…

The name of the place on the map was familiar… too familiar… her father had worked there and… she had…

The memory eluded her.

You need to get home, she reminded herself and ordered a rideshare.

Once her location was confirmed in the app, she was given an ETA of ten minutes for a black Honda Accord, but she would have to get to the gate and pray there was a button for her to open the gate or pedestrian walkway. 

There had to be because there were usually pedestrian pathways for people like her father to work around. 

As she waited, Iris looked up at the stairs fondly, but then that feeling of dreaded familiarity filled her, and she found her brain was remembering something else… something darker… a long time ago.

“Thirsty?” a deep creepy voice said.

She wasn’t supposed to interact with the guest, she reminded herself. “I shouldn’t be-“

The voice interrupted her, “Iris, you look just like your mother. Come join the party.” 

Her mother? How would they know her mother?

Something cold touched her hand, but she didn’t pull away from them. Instead, she allowed them to lead her into the room where she and El had eaten the night before, but she didn’t see the table there anymore. Music softly played, and the room was transformed into a darker version of itself; people were around… no men… dressed in tuxedos. She desperately looked for her father, but he was no where to be seen. 

Someone behind her whispered, “Will she remember?”

“Have a drink,” the initial voice said. 

When she tried to look up into their face, her vision seemed to blur, and even though she knew she should refuse, she was suddenly thirsty. 

It was as if she couldn’t refuse what this voice wanted her to do, no matter what her gut told her. 

And she pulled the offered drink to her lips and drank even though something else told her to stop. 

There was blackness suddenly all around, but there were lots of voices. The music had gotten louder, and there was laughter as she came out and saw herself lying on the couch. Someone was above her, and she tried to push away. 

“You’re next!” the creepy voice said after raucously laughing. 

She looked at the voice above her head and forced her eyes to focus… Damien was standing by his father, who was doing the laughing. Damien looked down at her pitifully. 

“Help!” she cried and looked around for someone else familiar. None of the faces she looked at were familiar until she spotted her father in the corner of the room. He looked pathetic, torn, and saddened.

“Give her some more! I think she’s coming out!” 

“She’s already had too much!” her father said.

She tried to scream, but the blackness took her out again until… BEEP BEEP

A notification came on her phone, pulling her out of the daymare. The rideshare was there, waiting for her. 

Iris trembled as she hurriedly walked out of the door and, once outside, ran to the gate. There were several buttons, but she just wanted to get out of there as her eyes were filling with tears, fogging her vision. 

The word GATE was on a green button, and she pressed that one. The gate opened, and she slipped out before it finished, not caring if it closed. Jumping into the Honda and waiting for her, Iris was glad the driver knew where to go because she felt she would scream in frustration but instead quietly cried in the backseat. 

Had it been a dream? Had it been real? 

Everything in her gut told her it was the truth! 

What the hell had happened to her that her brain had hidden this from her for so long?

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