The library was silent but I wasn’t alone.
I couldn’t see him and yet I felt him.
His breath didn’t stir the air but it stirred something inside me. My thighs clenched without permission and my pulse slowed to a low dangerous thrum.
“I’m not even touching you,” he said, though I hadn’t spoken. “And yet…”
And yet I was already wet and aching and trembling.
“Hoc vis, nonne?” he asked again and this time it wasn’t a question. He asked me if I wanted this.
I hated how my hips tilted forward in response and how my body betrayed me before my mind could resist. He hadn’t touched me even once but every cell in my body felt him. Like his voice curled down my spine and slid between my legs.
My n*****s peaked. My breath caught. My thighs shivered open just enough for him to see me glistening.
