Sophia's POV
His fingers moved against me beneath the water, slow and deliberate, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure through my body making me bite hard on my lower lip trying to keep the moans trapped in my throat as my hands gripped the edge of the pool making my knuckles white, as his thumb circled my c**t with maddening precision.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear. "Trying so hard to be quiet”
I couldn't respond cause I couldn’t form words. All I could do was cling to the edge of the pool and try not to scream.
His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my bikini bottom, finding my slick heat. I gasped my hips bucking against his hand.
"So wet for me," he breathed. "So ready. You're always so ready for me aren't you little one?"
"Thorne—"
