Julius
I had been holding on by a thread since the moment Jane walked into my penthouse. I was trying to do the right thing.
I was trying to give her space, respect her boundaries and not take advantage of her vulnerable state, but standing here in my kitchen, with her pressed against the refrigerator wearing practically nothing and telling me she wanted me, that thread snapped.
It just f*****g broke.
My eyes dragged over her one more time, drinking in every detail. The way her chest heaved with rapid breaths.
The way her n*****s stood out so prominently against that thin shirt. The way her thighs trembled, pressed together like she was trying to contain the need building inside her.
She shivered under my gaze, and I saw the desire, want and the desperate need that matched my own.
