Olivia's POV
I could not speak. My words were silenced, and all I could feel was my body slowly giving in to his touch.
I tried to stop myself. I tried to resist the way he made me feel weak and vulnerable, the way he made a claim to my body every time he touched me.
I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of listening to my moans every time his hands went up my thigh.
But I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't stop myself from groaning every time his fingers teased my skin.
I felt his fingers grip my skin, and I felt a ripple of pleasure.
Why couldn't I control myself around him? Why did my barriers shatter every time I was near him? Was I really that pathetic?
His fingers played with my body. I could feel them writing his name on my skin. His voice filled my ears with an enchanti
