Nyla
A month later
“Wait, Ezekiel, wait,” I moaned, my voice shaky as he thrust into me.
My back was pressed against the old wooden desk in the abandoned classroom, legs spread wide. One of my legs was hooked over his shoulder, the other wrapped tightly around his waist. He was so deep inside me, filling me completely with every slow, deliberate thrust. The feeling of him stretching me, the way he hit that perfect spot inside with each movement, made my head spin.
“What if we get caught?” I whimpered, my hands clutching his shoulders. My nails dug into his skin as pleasure mixed with the thrill of risk. “What if someone comes in and sees us like this?”
He held my face gently, still moving inside me with that deep, steady rhythm. His eyes were dark, full of hunger and affection. “Nobod
