Damien
As I walked out of the room, her scent clung to me like a haunting melody, weaving through every breath I took. It was intoxicating—the touch of her sweet cunt, her maddening essence that lingered on my skin, in my lungs, in my head. Her taste, the way her lips, soft and plump, were pleading to be devoured. Her breathless whispers, her delicate body trembling under my touch—it was all too much. And yet, somehow, I'd found the strength to pull away.
She didn't know, couldn't know, just how much harder it was for me than for her. Leaving her in that moment was agony.
I wanted to watch her to come apart in front of me, to hear those sweet, sinful sounds spilling from her lips again and again. I wanted to have her in ways she couldn't even dream of. But f**k, I held back. Not because
