The train rocked harder now, the speed making the air in the carriage feel tighter, hotter. My legs were still weak from the last wave, but he didn’t let me rest. His hand stayed between my thighs, two fingers pushing deep and curling inside me like he was searching for something only he knew existed.
“Stay open for me,” he growled against my ear. His breath was hot, his voice rough, and it sent a pulse straight down my spine. I obeyed without thinking, letting my knees fall apart even more, the thin skirt riding so high it was a joke to call it clothing anymore.
The dim light flickered as we passed through a tunnel, the darkness making every touch sharper, every sound louder. I could hear the wet, obscene noise of his fingers moving in and out of me. My head fell back, and I bit down ha
