Her back arches upwards and my thighs begin to shake with the effort it takes not to thrust into her. I wrap a hand around my shaft, the other digging into her hip, and fuck myself while I’m barely sheathed inside. “Despicable little thing,” I spit while my arousal rises and rises. Anger spilling into aching desire, spilling into the uncontrollable seduction that is Mercy Crèvecoeur. “Look at what you’ve made me do.”
