Deep Inside
She stood in soaked panties and a black bra.
Draven walked toward her slowly. Until his body nearly touched hers.
"You're shivering."
"I'm scared," she whispered.
"Good. Fear makes it real."
He reached out, unhooked her bra, dragged it down her arms. Her breasts spilled free—soft, natural, with a small rose tattoo under one.
Then his hands slid down her panties, dragging them past her thighs.
"Touch yourself."
Her mouth opened in protest, but his gaze turned deadly.
"Now."
Vesper swallowed, then slipped a shaking hand between her legs. Her fingers found wetness. Shameful, undeniable.