Steamy Encounters
The contact sent a jolt through her, a fresh wave of heat that made her hips press up into her hand.
She was so wet. The evidence coated her fingers, sticky and warm. The musky scent of her arousal rose from the ruined paper, mingling with the antiseptic. She circled her clit, mimicking the ruthless rhythm he’d used. It was too much, and too soon, the sensation bordering on pain, but she didn’t stop.
Her other hand came up to cup her breast through the gown. The fabric was rough against her taut nipple. She pinched it, hard, and a low moan escaped her. She bit her lip to silence it, her eyes flying to the closed door.
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