Betrayed, But Redeemed.
I pressed my forehead against the glass, my breath fogging the surface as I closed my eyes and let the fantasies take over.
Fiona’s voice, was soft and breathless, calling out to me. Her body arching beneath mine, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
And then Raphael’s growl, low and rough, as he pressed me against the wall, his hands gripping my waist, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that matched my own.
My erection throbbed, demanding attention. I cursed under my breath, but I couldn’t fight it. The images were too vivid, the need too strong. I unbuckled my belt, my hands trembling as I freed myself.
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