Mia’s POV
I was burning alive.
My back was pressed against the hard back of my chair, but every inch of my skin felt like it was on fire. My n*****s ached so badly they were almost painful against the fabric of my blouse. My thighs trembled uncontrollably. The ache between my legs had become a deep, throbbing need that made it hard to think straight.
Emrys was on his knees in front of me, hands resting lightly on my thighs, looking up at me with those dark, intense eyes.
I was breathing hard, chest heaving. My mind was a battlefield — years of vows, promises to God, the conservative values I had clung to my entire life — all of it crumbling under the weight of this unbearable desire.
No one would know.
No one could know. It was the only thought that managed to keep me sane.
The door
