NAUGHTY DESIRES: A COLLECTION OF DARK EROTICA
He crossed his legs, the book resting on his knee, and began to read.
His voice was deep, resonant. It wrapped around me like smoke, seeping into my lungs, making it hard to breathe. He read slowly, his eyes never leaving the page, but I could feel his attention on me.
"'He could feel her, feel her in the dark, feel her body and her spirit, and he knew that she was his. She was his, and he was hers, and nothing else mattered.”
My breath came faster. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the heat building between my legs, the wetness already seeping into my panties. This was stupid. I was letting him win.
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