EVELYN
He lifted me from the bed effortlessly, his arms strong and sure as he carried me to my reading desk. With a swift motion, he swept everything aside including my books, anything in the way tumbled to the floor without caution. The wooden surface met my bare ass. His eyes darkened with hunger as he positioned me properly.
“I want to make love to you in the best possible way, baby sister,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise. His lips found my neck, pressing softly with kisses that sent a chill through my rib.
He pulled the pants from my mouth, the damp thing falling away as I gasped for air. My lips were swollen, and my breath uneven, but he wasn’t done with me yet.
“Moan for me, little Evie,” he commanded, his voice laced with authority and desire.
The way he said my name made my body obey before my mind could catch up. A desperate and breathless sound spilled from my lips as he watched me with satisfaction.
He pressed my head back against the wall, tilting it just eno
