120 iii. PARIS: Despair

I couldn't even think as he thrusts into me, my body is the biggest traitor there is, I realize this now.

I whimpered and begged for him to go faster as I moaned out his name. He was careless, rough, and ruthless in taking me to the edge.

But I didn't care any longer. My body is just as hungry for him, my need for him just as primal.

I held on to him for dear life as he emptied his seeds on me and I clung on his neck so helplessly.

He looked at me afterward and asked again. "What does it mean? This and that on the island? Tell me, my queen."

I shook my head, I don't want to say it. I can't say it. I'm not sure if it's the right thing to do. He has abandoned me twice already, surely he doesn't care about me.

What if I tell him how I feel for him and he tells me it meant nothing. That it should mean nothing.

My tears fell from my eyes as he let go of me. He zipped up his trousers and slipped on the shirt that was discarded earlier.