Awakened For Sin
Those hands mapped every inch of my skin without hesitation, without guilt, without the weight of Cassie’s betrayals between us.
In the fantasy, Blake leaned down and whispered against my ear that he wanted me, all of me, that he’d burn down anyone who tried to hurt me. That I was his, completely and utterly his, and he’d protect what was his.
My breathing quickened, each inhale shorter and more desperate than the last. Heat spiralled tighter and tighter, coiling low in my core with an intensity that made my toes curl against the expensive sheets. The fantasy consumed me completely, Blake’s imagined touch, his phantom weight, the fictional heat of his breath against my neck.
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