Saved By The Doctor (BWWM Romance) by Tasha Jones, BWWM Crew

had set it free himself.  “Oh how glorious it is to be alone with you like this,” he whispered, his breath brushing over the hot skin on her cheek. He kissed her there, his lips lifting her cheek as his tongue rubbed against it. He licked her like she was his favorite piece of meat.
     
    “Oh how beautiful you are when you talk like that,” Jackie replied as she let go of him, falling over towards the couch. She threw her hands in front of her to catch her fall.
     
    Allan grunted at that, but did not hesitate. He slipped his hands up her skirt and ripped her panties down. They climbed down her legs, hanging around her ankles like cotton seaweed. She gasped as Allan's hand found its way up her thighs and inside of her. He ripped it in and out, grabbing her by her womanhood and taking her pleasure completely into his own hands.
     
    Jackie clutched at the couch, her nails leaving runs in the fabric. “Oh my God,” she breathed as she felt his lips on her skin. He licked her and kissed her and sucked her until she could do nothing but curl her toes in ecstasy. Sounds escaped from her lips that she didn't even knew she could make. But, in the next moment, she could feel the bare skin of his legs against hers... and something went really wrong.
     
    Her jaw swung open, pressing past the natural confines. Her diaphragm contracted so hard she thought her heart would press right out of her over extended mouth then released, sucking at all of the air in the room, but bringing in none of it. Allan's member was slapping against her, hard and taut as a tight rope and deadly as a sword, demanding more from her than she was willing to give.
     
    She could no longer breathe... or see as her vision had grown blurry and had a red tint to it. She didn't know how to stop it; couldn't even bring herself to speak. Her more logical self kept telling her that she was safe; that this touch was Allan's and Allan's alone; that it was the touch of a man that loved her; that would sooner kill himself than cause her any kind of harm.
     
    So why did she feel like she was being burnt with dry ice?
     
    Her answer came before she was ready for it. Like magic, a splitting headache paralyzed her. She squeezed her eyes shut to try to get rid of it, but when she opened them again, she was not in her living room, holding on to the couch for support, but pressed against a brick wall in a dark alley way. She felt herself swaying back and forth, as, just like clockwork, her chest finally released and she sucked in the most generous of breaths, releasing it like a howl in the night.
     
    Her heart jammed against her ribs, begging to be set free, but it was trapped, just like her. She could no longer hold herself up anymore and thus collapsed onto the cushions. Allan's wood disappeared quicker than it came.
     
    “Jackie!” he screamed as he grabbed both of her shoulders and forced her to look at him.
     
    But Jackie could not find his sharp blue eyes in the darkness that surrounded her. His face had disappeared, been replaced by that of an anonymous man who took away everything from her, but gave her Laila in its stead.
     
    “Jackie!” Allan had mounted her and taken her head in both of his hands. “Look at me, Jackie! I'm right here.”
     
    Jackie had fallen back into the present. Her eyes opened wide and she could finally see Allan staring down at her, his perfect face bearing the most awful expression of complete confusion and fear. “I can't-” she started, but that was all she could get out, before the tears began to drown her. Her head collapsed onto Allan's shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her.
     
    “What I did I do wrong?” he asked.
     
    But Jackie couldn't bring herself to tell him what had happened to her; she couldn't bring herself to admit that she was more damaged than any perfect specimen he had ever dated in the past. She couldn't bring herself to admit to her past; to inherit it; to acknowledge it. So she just sat there