EMILY’S POV
I was restless.
That was the word.
Not lonely. Not sad.
Just restless.
My body felt awake in a way my mind didn’t want to ignore. The sheets clung to my skin, twisted and warm. The room felt too quiet. Too big. Too empty.
I stared at the ceiling, jaw tight, breathing slow and measured. I had always loved touch. Heat. Want. I never pretended otherwise. And Merrin… gods, Merrin knew what he was doing. He always had.
That was the cruel part.
A man gifted like that should never be stingy with his cøck.
Just the thought of him made heat build inside me. p***y throbbed. Needed release. Bad.
I grabbed the cucumber I had taken from the kitchen counter earlier.Thick. Green. Veins bumpy. Almost as big as Merrin's d**k.
“Fvck,” I whispered to myself. Sat on the bed. Legs spread
