Emrys’s POV
I lost it the moment I heard her moan my name.
“Mia…” I whispered under my breath, barely audible even to myself.
I had been standing in the shadows of her bedroom for what felt like an eternity, masked and silent, watching her. The sight of her on the bed in that thin silk nightdress, legs spread, the thick dildo buried inside her as she f****d herself to the memory of me. That alone had already pushed me to the edge. But when she moaned “Emrys…” in that broken, needy voice, something inside me snapped.
My c**k was raging hard, throbbing painfully against my pants, leaking steadily. I had two choices screaming in my head.
Option one: step out of the shadows right now, rip that nightdress off her, and f**k her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.
Option two: fre
