Mari.
My pulse thundered in my ears, perfectly in sync with the deep, insistent ache pulsing between my legs.
I propped myself up on my elbows, the cool bedding gathering beneath my hands while I tried to catch my breath and steady my racing thoughts.
This was the moment I had imagined endlessly in my most secret fantasies—the one that left me drenched and whispering his name into the darkness night after night.
I was determined to be perfect for him. To surrender completely. Nothing would spoil this intense connection, not my jittery nerves and certainly not any lingering doubts.
All I craved was him—taking charge, claiming every part of me, and ruining me for any other man.
I planted my feet on the mattress, knees bent, and gradually opened my thighs, revealing my most private are
