Lyra
Fuck. f**k. f**k! How could I lose myself to his touch again?
I gritted my teeth and after putting on my clothes, disregarding the liquid that leaked and dripped down from my v****a to my thighs as I hurriedly put my pants on.
Despite the trembling in my legs, I turned, ready to bolt out of the bathroom—anything just to get away from him and this momentary of pleasure that make me want to slap my face for. getting tangled with him to the point of losing myself to his touch when nothing good things happened if we continued this.
However, before I could even take one step, his hand closed around mine. He yanked me back, pulling me straight into the heat or his chest and before I could spit out the curse burning on my tongue, he'd already lifted me onto the sink, facing him
