AMELIA.
His back and forth against my breast doesn’t end there, though, and shoots between my legs, metaphorically prying them open.
Dylan’s mouth left mine with an agonizing slowness that catches my breathing and made my lips tingle.
I stared at him from beneath my lashes and that’s when I realized my eyelids have been drooping as if I’m caught in a trance. My fractured breaths and his harsh ones fill the air as we stared at each other in ominous silence.
One that says in blood letters that something is wrong. Or maybe it’s too right, but it can still go wrong. Or maybe it’s equally right and wrong.
His fingers circled my n****e and I sucked in a sharp breath through my nostrils.
I’ve never had someone toy with me this expertly, promising both pleasure and discomfort in equal
