Phoebe
That night was the night I had been waiting for—the night when Hayden and I would finally become one, not just emotionally but physically.
My heart pounded as his hands touched my skin, slow and gentle, igniting a fire that made me crave more. I couldn’t hold back. I let myself surrender, parting my legs to welcome him, to feel the warmth only he could give me.
"Are you sure?" Hayden whispered, his voice husky, thick with restrained desire. His gaze locked onto mine, searching for final confirmation.
I nodded without hesitation. "Yes, I’m sure. I want you, Hayden. Only you."
A smile curved his lips, the kind that made my heart race even faster. His hands continued exploring my body, tracing every curve of the soft mounds on my br**sts, memorizing every inch.
His breathing grew
