Touch Me, Daddy
Excitement fizzes in my veins, because it's coming, I know it's coming—
Thump.
Dr Storm's hips slam into mine, driving the bench against the wall. I blink one eye open, gripping his white coat for balance, and the sight above me pushes the air from my lungs.
He's feral. The calm, restrained doctor, the genteel family friend who always kept a careful distance—that man has burned to a crisp, and a possessive demon is rising from the ashes. This man fucks me with hard, merciless strokes, working his way to the hilt in three thrusts; this man glares down at me, his expression harsh, top lip curled back to show teeth.