EVELYN
My stolen pleasures continued night after night, each one more enjoyable than the last. His room had become my sanctuary in the dead of night, a place where I surrendered to desires too intense to ignore. The quiet hum of the dark hours felt like a veil, shrouding my forbidden acts in secrecy.
Many nights, I let him release in his sleep, his unconscious body responding to my careful, and sweet touch. Most times, I guided him deep inside me, savoring every moment as I moved against him, always careful to take my birth control afterward to keep the consequences of my desires in check.
But on nights when I craved the last longing taste of him, the urge of having him on my tongue all through the day couldn't be restricted, I’d let him spill into my mouth instead. I’d savor every drop, swallowing it like a secret I never intended to share, the warmth and intimacy of it leaving me trembling with satisfaction. Those moments felt both sinful and sacred, a craving I couldn’t deny, nor d
