With a gentle push, he guided Rachel back towards the couch in the living room, his hand never leaving her body. Rachel stumbled slightly, her legs still weak from their earlier encounter. She felt the soft cushions against the back of her knees and knew she couldn’t resist him much longer. He was like a force of nature, unstoppable and overwhelming.
"Spread your legs," James instructed, his voice a low, commanding growl that seemed to vibrate through her very soul. Rachel’s eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew she should refuse, should fight back, but something deep within her craved his dominance.
Her legs trembled slightly as she complied, her skirt riding up even further to reveal the damp fabric of her panties. James’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight before
