But f**k me, she is the only thing I want. Everything else can burn to ashes. I want her.
Her hand reaches out, stroking lightly over my abs. “Ivan…”
Whatever scrap of control I had left cracks apart at the quiver in her voice.
I grip her thigh with crushing force and wrap her leg around my hip. Cora should be screaming for help, but instead, she tugs down the waistband of my briefs.
“It wasn’t enough for me,” she breathes. “I want…”
She doesn’t finish the thought before I slam into her.
“Fuck.” I brush my thumb over her pounding pulse and push her head back. I pin her to the cold glass wall with my hand and my c**k and my body.
Then I pull out and crash into her again.
Each retraction is an opportunity to leave. To end this. To sever whatever connection exists between us.
But the
