Sarah
Vincent laughs and slowly lifts himself off of me while maintaining eye contact the entire time.
My heartbeat quickens as he towers over me, his gaze lingering on my flushed features and heaving chest. I kept my eyes locked on his.
Slowly, he extends a hand to help me up, but at the last moment, he takes it away.
Instead, Vincent used that hand to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "I don't want to get off," he admits.
My breath hitched at his husky admission, my eyes widening ever so slightly. "Why not?" I whisper.
"I want to f**k you... right now," he whispers against my ear, his voice low and rough with need.
I shiver as goosebumps prickle my skin, and despite my better judgment, I feel myself arching towards him slightly.
"I won't let you. Not when you have
