Chapter 8: Missionary Obsession
The hallway air, still thick with the aftermath of her climax, hums with a new, raw energy. Her body, still shuddering from the unexpected release, is pressed against the wall, his hand a branding iron on her wrist, his other hand gripping her hair, holding her captive. Her eyes, wide and glistening, are fixed on his, a battle of fear and reluctant desire raging within their depths. He sees the shame, the horror, but he also sees the faint, undeniable tremor that betrays her body’s true yearning.
He doesn't give her time to recover, doesn't allow her space to rebuild her defenses. The moment her scream is swallowed by his palm, the moment her hips cease their uncontrollable bucking, he moves. His hand releases her mouth, leaving her gasping for air, her ch
