Unholy Cravings (Collection of Short Stories)
I looked up at him, heat burning in my cheeks as his words sank deep.
I didn't answer. Instead, I let my hands move with more confidence, wanting to prove him right—wanting to be that perfect sinner he craved.
His breath hitched, and I felt him tense beneath my touch. "Good girl. You're exactly what I need."
He pulled me up suddenly. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me close.
Without a word, he pressed into me from behind—hard and deep.
A sharp rush of heat exploded between us, "Stay still," he growled. My body trembled under his grip, every movement driving me closer to the edge.