The days that followed blurred into a haze of stolen moments and overwhelming need.
With Mom still away, Vincent and I gave ourselves completely to each other. The guilt never fully left me, but every time Vincent touched me, it faded into the background.
That first full night, after our heated exploration on his bed, Vincent pulled me close under the sheets. His big, warm body pressed against my softer one as he kissed me slowly, deeply.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured against my lips. His hand roamed down my back and squeezed my ass possessively. “You feel so good, Olise. So f*****g perfect.”
We took our time that night. Vincent explored every inch of me with his mouth and hands. He kissed down my neck, sucked marks onto my chest, then moved lower. When he took me into hi
