Grace
The moment the words left my mouth, something seemed to snap in him.
His jaw flexed. His grip on my thigh tightened. And without a word, his finger pulled out of me completely and slammed back in.
I gasped, the sound almost a cry. My back arched off the table, hips jerking in response, eyes flying open as I tried to process the shock of it.
I looked at him, lips parted, breath coming fast. He was still staring at me, eyes locked on mine, but something had shifted. His expression had changed. It was like he was here with me, and yet somewhere else entirely. His gaze had darkened, like something inside him had finally snapped free, no longer holding back.
I whispered, breathless, “S-sir…”
It was as if that word alone lit a fuse in my belly, I felt my walls clench around his finger, pulsing, holding him in tight like my body refused to let him go.
He moved over me. His body towered above mine. He gripped my thigh and lifted it higher, resting it over his shoulder. The shift opened
