“You think I care?” I reply, opening her thighs. A gasp leaves her mouth, and I smirk. “You’re going to tell me something now.” “What?” she pants. “How exactly do you want me, Emilia?” Her eyes widen at my question, and I press my fingers hard against the skin behind her knees. I graze my fingers up and down her leg and tease her. I gave her a piece of what she did to me yesterday afternoon. She doesn’t take her eyes off me. “Bad. I want you so bad.” “And why do you want me so bad?” I whisper into her ear. “Because I want,” she stops, clearing her throat. “I want you to fuck me.”
