Page 127 of The Wright Man

"Yes," I whispered, barely audible.

My hands glided higher, cupping my breasts, teasing, circling the peaks but not giving in. Imagining his palms there instead. Warm and large and reverent.

Say my name.

My stomach tightened at the sound of it. Even imagined.

"Maleek," I moaned.

I could feel him. Like his body was pressed against mine, hard and solid, the way it had been just hours ago. His sweat soaking into my skin. His scent still lingering.

I arched into the phantom weight of him, rolled my nipples between my fingers and bit my lip.

Tell me what you want,

he groaned, lips pressed to my throat in my mind,

Tell me and I'll give it to you.

Something in my chest unraveled at that. The asking. The waiting.

"Fuck me," I moaned softly, slipping one finger into my slick heat.

Tell me again.

"Fuck me, Maleek," I said breathlessly, adding a second finger and starting to move—slow, deep, needy, until I was soaking and ready.

My other hand grabbed the toy, lined it up at my entrance. I pictured him between my thighs, thick and heavy, his eyes burning into mine.

I pushed it inside.

My breath caught. My back arched. I clutched the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me tethered.

Slow at first. Just the way he would. Deep. Measured. Powerful. The kind of stroke that made you ache and beg all at once.

Say my name, Angel,

I imagined him growling, voice low and full of hunger. My whole body answered before I did.

"Maleek," I whimpered, my body rising, trembling, lost.

I fucked myself harder. Faster. Matched the rhythm of my fantasy. Imagined his weight pressing me into the mattress. His voice whispering filth in my ear. His hands holding me in place like he had every right.

You close?

he groaned, teeth dragging over my earlobe. I was already shaking.

"Yes... God, yes."

Goosebumps broke out across my skin. My thighs started to shake. The knot in my belly tightened.

Say my name when you come.

His voice was the match.

I gave myself one last, deep, desperate thrust. And shattered.

"Maleek," I cried out, his name falling from my lips in a strangled, desperate whisper.