MILLICENT
My throat felt completely dry, like Sahara dry. My knees weren’t shaking but they weren’t exactly firm either. I tried to tell him to move, to back off, to stop whatever he thought he was doing, but the words tangled at the back of my throat like a knot I couldn’t loosen.
“Xander,” I finally managed, though it came out in a different tone than I wanted. A tone I never thought I could ever use.
He didn’t move back or even budge, instead, he reached out the tips of his fingers sliding around my waist like he had all the time in the world and zero intention of being polite.
I could hear the sound of my breath hitching. He didn’t grab me rough or fast, it wasn’t even tight, but it was firm and I could feel so much heat from his fingertips enveloping me in this... Need I couldn't
