But I didn’t move.
Because there was only one person I needed right now.
Not the stranger. Not his filthy voice or the c**k pressed against my belly. Not his arrogant smile or the way he called me a mess like he owned it.
Damon.
My heart cracked open.
My thighs clenched.
I moaned. Right there. Moaned his name like it burned coming out of me.
“Damon…”
My knees buckled.
I let go of the sink and turned.
Like I wasn’t falling apart inside.
I reached for the hem of my dress. My fingers slid under the fabric and yanked it up.
No hesitation.
No shame.
Just need.
And what I saw?
God.
Fuck I am soaked.
Fucking soaked, darkened where my wetness had bled through, clinging to my folds so tight I could see the perfect shape of my cunt.
My c**t was swollen. My lips parted. Wetness g
