Still, she didn’t speak.
She just breathed harder.
Her scent was growing thicker now, sweeter, coating the air in something warm and primal. Her legs shifted like she was trying to squeeze them together without me noticing.
Too late.
I slid both hands down to her hips and gripped them firmly.
“You should be horrified right now,” I said, pulling her closer. “You should be pushing me away. But you’re not. You’re standing here like you want more. You’re panting like I didn’t just torture a man—I fed something inside you.”
Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment.
I leaned in again, this time brushing my lips across the side of her neck, not kissing, just letting her feel the heat.
“Tell me, kitten. Were you wet while you watched? Were you breathing through your mouth because your panties
