Allison's POV

Once he ripped my gown apart from behind, he pushed down my panties, baring my ass to him. I should push him away. He could be stronger than me, but that still doesn't mean he could successfully force himself on me without a struggle. Yet, I did nothing. A part of me hoped, perhaps this could help him heal from whatever the hell was wrong with him.

His touches lacked their usual warmth, lacked those desiring sparks that ignite in me whenever we were together, sparks that have ...