Sasha rushed upstairs, shoes paddling against the marble, heart slamming against her ribs. She pushed into her room, slammed the door, and leaned against it, chest heaving.
Her skin still tingled from his touch. Shame coated her, but the fire between her thighs only grew sharper.
"No," she whispered, clutching her hands together. "No, I can't."
But the ache was unbearable. She collapsed onto the bed, pulling her dress up, her hand slipping between her thighs before she could think. Her breath came out broken, desperate, as she touched herself, every stroke chasing the ghost of Xavier's fingers.
She stopped suddenly, tears burning her eyes. What was she doing? Shame and guilt flooded her all at once. She dragged her hands away, pressing them to her face.
A knock rattled the door.
Her
