Rain.
The fire in my chest feels like it’ll never quench. All the anger from finding out Crysta had gone to meet Rhysand. From reading the call logs and texts to Rhysand she thought she deleted.
All the fear and rage had collided as I rushed to the cafe to stop whatever disaster was about to unfold. Now I’m pouring all that fear and rage on Rhysand.
I rip off his belt and fling it away not caring where it lands. His hands pull roughly at my jeans and I lift off to aid him drag it down my thighs, my panties going with it. I wriggle free of it and kick them off, leaving my p***y bare and dripping.
I return to my goal of getting his c**k.
I claw at his pants, dragging down enough for his c**k to spring. My movements are impatient, jerky and so f*****g desperate. After the morning we had
