Feral Desires
I barely registered the sound of the nightstand drawer opening before he was rolling on a condom, his chest rising and falling hard.
“I wasn’t going to touch you,” he panted, voice raw. “I swear.” He slicked his fingers with lube, his eyes burning as they met mine. “But I can’t stay away from you.” His fingers trailed down, slipping lower, teasing. “You make me go mad.”
I shuddered as he pushed a finger inside—slow, stretching me open, teasing out every reaction.
"Fuck—"
“God, you’re tight,” he muttered, brows drawn, his fingers working me open, pressing against that spot that made my breath stutter.
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