Abram~
Ambers.
Those f*****g ambers will be the death of me.
How painfully beautiful someone could look—every curve, every dip I traced last night felt sculpted by God himself. Her soft moans, her sighs, the warmth of her flesh against mine... it was everything I imagined.
And yet, here I am, sitting at my desk, painfully hard for the fifth time since morning.
My hand instinctively grips my c**k through my pants, a frustrated sigh leaving my lips. I never thought being inside someone could feel this good—like heaven and sin wrapped into one.
But how did this happen? She’s the woman I hate, yet my lust for her is maddening. Unrelenting. Consuming.
I rake a hand through my hair in frustration. Last night, I lost control… but didn’t she lose control too? I still remember the way her ha
