Felicity…
I shuddered, targeted by an intense surge of lust that was both immediate and unsettling. I was new to voluptuous self-gratification and fought to keep control of my emotions, thinking, "How could I so wantonly crave this man?"
Making love on a train while others were listening emanated dissolution and reckless behavior.
"Perhaps we shouldn't," I began, but another button slipped, and Axel slid his fingers down the deep valley between my breasts, a small proprietary gesture that distinctly reminded me of all his clearly exclusive rights from the night before.
And I trembled inside at that luxurious recollection. "You'll feel better taking this dress off," he said, pulling the dress down to my waist.
"More fuckable." His coarse words struck me as easy s****l power, and instea
