whispers beneath the moon
"I want to bend you over this desk, rip that dress off, and make you scream. Make you come so many times you forget your own name."
"Then why don’t you?" I whispered, breathless, dazed.
He pulled back slightly. His lips ghosted along my jaw, his hand still on mine, pressing me tighter against his cock.
"Because I want you more than that," he said, voice raw. "And if I take you now, I’ll fucking ruin you, angel. But not yet. Not until you know how deep this goes for me. How much I’m falling in love with you."
My throat tightened. A soft, stunned moan escaped. "Alex..."
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