Chapter 25. Too Sweet

Evelyn

The moment his fingers landed on my soaking-wet, aching, and bare pussy, I knew he would make sure I lost this battle before it even began. Suddenly, I couldn’t speak, breathe, or think straight. All I could focus on was his touch—those goddamn fingers on me. They had just made contact with my pussy, and already, my body was on fire. Untamable, wild, ferocious fire.

I gasped at the sensations exploding in my lower abdomen, my heart hammering in my chest, my eyes locked with his, unblinking.

God! Save me.

“His touch doesn’t leave you this shaken, does it?” A smirk curved his lips as his fingers began drawing slow, soft, torturous circles on my clit.

Fuck!

Don’t moan, Evelyn.

Don’t you dare moan.

I struggled against his grip, but my chest pressed against his, the heat of his body seeping into mine, driving me insane. Our faces were too close, and the urge to kiss him overwhelmed me. I wanted to kiss him. So badly. But at th