Will sat in bed, wearing his nightshirt, with a sense of almost unbearable anticipation burning through him. Every time the house creaked he jumped, every noise made him hold his breath in case it heralded Dearne’s arrival. His body was harder than it had ever been in his entire life, and his skin felt too small for him. Too small for the feeling of raw, unmitigated lust coursing through every inch of him in a way he had spent most of his adult life trying to suppress. It was as though a lifetime of need was singing through his veins, sharpening his senses, and making his whole body feel raw. Sitting in the bed, waiting for Dearne, was agonising. Partly because he couldn’t wait, and partly because he wanted to give in and run before he got any further into the mire that was his desires bec
