FORBIDDEN DESIRES
Her nightgown clung to her damp skin, the thin fabric useless against the heat building inside her.
Her hand slid down into her wet pussy almost without permission, slipping beneath the fabric. She moaned softly, the sound muffled by her pillow as she touched herself, she moved her fingers slowly into her pussy, imagining it was him again—his voice, his hands, his mouth. Her hips moved restlessly, her body straining for release.
The door creaked open.
Nora froze, her hand stilling instantly. Her eyes snapped open in horror.
Louis stood in the doorway, framed by the hallway light. His gaze fixed on her, unwavering, dark with something that made her throat dry.