Driven Hard

“Oh… oh God yes,” Alex gasped, pushing her down on her living room sofa, driving his tongue across the nape of her neck. “Wait… damn it wait,” he caught himself, holding himself back, not wanting to take advantage of her in her “Broken” state. “You… you don’t have… don’t have to…,” Alex fought to find the words, fighting off his own sexual desires, the fire, the burning need and passion slaving through him.