I started grinding against his hand. Pleasure building to a breaking point, battering at my insides to get out. Every cell inside me quickened, and I begged, “Harder.” I refused to be shy or subdue what I needed. Not with him. Not when I had this chance. A squeal ripped out of me when I found I was suddenly on my back, laid out on his bed, my legs spread wide as the man hovered over me, eyes wild in the night. “Fuck me, Raven, what are you trying to do to me?” he grunted. Everything. I wanted to do everything he’d done to me to him.
