Unleash Desire
The betrayal would be complete.
Julian leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot and dangerous.
"Don't. Make. A. Sound," he breathed, the words barely a ghost of a whisper.
Then, he moved again. A long, slow thrust that felt like it was reaching for my very soul. I arched my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my teeth sinking into the meat of his palm to keep from screaming. It was the most masochistic kind of torture. The pleasure was a tidal wave, crashing over me in the dark, while the person I was betraying was standing three feet away.
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