Her mouth falls open, a strangled moan escaping her lips. That sound—God, it’s everything. Everything I’ve been craving. Every f*****g thing I want to keep taking, to make her give in completely.
Forget Preston. Forget my father and his bullshit life. Forget everything that’s wrong. Right now, I’m tasting this girl.
I’ve never been the selfish type, never asked for much. But for once, I want to beg—no, demand—that she lets me have all of her.
Her head falls back, fingers clawing at the sheets like she’s fighting to hold on, but I know better. I know she's giving in, and I clamp down harder on her hips, pulling her closer, savoring every inch of her surrender.
This isn’t just some fantasy anymore. This is real. This is her. And this time, I’m not stopping until she’s completely undone,
