“I want the parts of you that you haven’t even looked at since she died. I want the parts that still remember how she smelled and the parts that pretend they don’t. I want the guilt. The shame. The dirt. The lust. I want to sink my nails into the part of you that belongs to her and f*****g steal it.”
He thrust again.
So deep I screamed. f**k.
My orgasm exploded without warning, sharp and violent, ripping out of me like fire, and I couldn’t stop shaking.
He groaned behind me, low and feral, and finally pulled out.
My body dropped forward. I couldn’t hold myself up. I collapsed over the arm of the chair, breathing in hard, gasping like I’d just drowned and come back to life in the same minute.
I didn’t say anything.
I couldn’t.
Everything hurt.
Everything throbbed.
My p***y was so
