LUCIA
I couldn’t sleep. Every movement I made sent shivers through me, every brush of the sheets against my thighs reminding me of what had happened in the classroom.
The memory of his touch, of that teasing, skillful finger, burned in my mind. My panties were damp again, my body aching in ways I didn’t even know names for. I hugged my pillow, curling up, but even the soft cotton couldn’t soothe the fire that burned inside me.
I replayed his words over and over: “You’ve been deprived. Your body is begging to learn everything it’s been denied.”
Everything. That one word made my pulse spike again. I didn’t know what it meant fully, but I craved it. Craved him. Craved the things he hinted at but hadn’t yet given me.
I shifted, embarrassed by my own thoughts, but I couldn’t stop. My fing
