VELVET CONTROL
I was dripping for him, thighs trembling, body screaming for the man who had become both my shelter and my cage.
Shawn pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes blazing with raw, feral hunger. “You’re the only variable I refuse to optimize away,” he rasped, voice cracking with need. “Even if everything else tells me I should.”
His hand slid between us, palm pressing possessively over my stomach, then lower—cupping me through the shirt, feeling how soaked I was. He groaned low in his throat, fingers pressing firmer, teasing the ache without giving me relief.
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