Dangerous Love: Sin, Lust, and Scandal
“…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—”
His middle finger pressed directly on her clit, rubbing in tight, slow circles.
She whimpered.
“Keep. Reading.”
She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper. Forced the words out between shallow pants.
“…something that refuses to die even when the body does…”
He slid one finger inside her—slow, deep—curling just right against that spot that made her knees buckle. Then a second finger. Stretching her. Filling her. His thumb kept working her clit in the same merciless rhythm.