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“You like that, Lena? I’m barely touching you, and your knees are already shaking. A fucking live wire.”

“I always shake when I’m near you. Don’t you feel it? What you do to me? I⁠—”

Whatever she was going to say clipped off as she skimmed her hands over the top of her shirt.

That fucking apple sitting right in the middle of it reminded me of the crime I was committing.

Taking what I wasn’t given.

But I got distracted by the way she continued to let her hands wander. Her body barely writhing as she slid them all the way down to her thighs so she could drag up her skirt.

Exposing herself more.

“Elena.” It was a gush of shame and rapacity.

My body and conscience at war. And no matter what direction I went, the choice would be my end. Because I thought I might die if I stopped.

She hooked her fingers into the sides of her underwear and began to shimmy them down her legs.

A callus wheeze hurled from my lungs, and my blood roared hot.

“Fuck me, Elena. I shouldn’t get to look at you like this. Shouldn’t get to see you like this.”

At her bare, beautiful cunt that she’d waxed clean and the delicate slope of her thighs that she parted. The fabric of her underwear stretched and twisted at the top of her Docs.

“Please,” was all she said, and my tongue stroked out like it could offer me some sort of rationality.

Control when I wanted to take my cock out and stuff it so deep inside her there would be no question left about who she belonged to.

But this was about her.

Touching her and making her feel good.

Giving her this experience when her brother had all but eradicated that chance.

I knew she wasn’t completely inexperienced.

I knew from that horrible night.

But honestly, that made her all the more vulnerable.

Too trusting of me when she had no idea how vile I really was.

I peered up at her as I ran my fingers through her lips, gazing at the beauty radiating out of her as I brushed her clit with each pass.

“Never have seen anything so perfect as this. You standing over me. A vision so bright you could blind my eyes.”

Air sheared from her lungs in fitful pants, and her fingers curled in her skirt as she parted her legs even further.

A silent plea for me to put her out of her misery.

Severity pounded and lashed.

A ruthless urging that thundered and bashed.

My tongue stroked over my bottom lip, trepidation and need quaking my fucking hand as I tentatively reached down and unwound her underwear from one foot.

She sighed a coaxing sound, so I did the same to the other.