Mia’s POV
I was losing the battle with myself.
The video tutorial played on my laptop, the woman on screen moaning softly as she slowly slid the thick dildo in and out of her glistening p***y. The sounds were obscene — wet, rhythmic, filled with pleasure I had never allowed myself to feel. I sat on the edge of my bed in nothing but my thin silk nightdress, thighs pressed together, breathing already shallow.
This is wrong, I thought, even as my hand trembled on my lap. I promised myself. I promised God. I’m saving myself for marriage. This… this is cheating.
But the ache between my legs was unbearable. It had been building for days, ever since that night with the masked stranger, and it had only gotten worse after Emrys pinned me against the wall in my office. My body was on fire. My n*
