hot and possessive?—
finds mine.
Like I just undid him, and this is the fallout.
His finger sinks and curls deep inside me.
Thrusting. Fucking. Shattering me.
Pulling me closer.
Closer.
His palm, grinding against my clit.
This isn’t floating, it’s falling.
Not sweet, but sabotage.
Not melting, but madness.
My thighs, pulling tighter.
“Oh—God—” My voice cuts out.
My body arches, violently.
Everything inside me is raw.
Exposed. Electric. Too much.
Not enough. Never enough.
I’m so close.
His finger slips out, drag up my slick center.
The heel of his palm rests against my pelvis,
belonging there,
as if it’s always belonged there.
Two fingers on my clit,
soaked and circling heavy.
I grip his cock tighter.
My next stroke’s slow, rooted from base to tip.
Andrew curses.
His whole body buzzes in my hand,
like he’s being snatched up.
His hand leaves my neck,
