Billionaire’s Unwanted Wife
My core throbbed with an insatiable need, a hunger that demanded satisfaction.
Frustration bubbled to the surface, mingling with tears of longing as I choked out the words, “I need you, Shraf.” The ache inside me felt unbearable, an emptiness that gnawed at my very soul.
“It feels empty,” With trembling hands, I guided his palm to my core, my wetness a testament to the depth of my desire. It was as if I needed him to feel the intensity of my need, to understand the burning hunger that consumed me.