◆◆◆ Chapter 7 ◆◆◆
~ Anne McGiver ~
How could he have thought I wouldn’t know?
The moment he sank into me — slow, deliberate, stretching me open with that exact measured patience I’d written about in Fantasy #3… I knew. The way he rolled his hips, grinding deep enough to kiss my cervix before pulling back just far enough to make me chase him. The precise pressure of his thumb circling my c**t in tight, relentless loops while he whispered filthy praise against my throat. The low growl when I clenched around him, the way he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand and used the other to tilt my chin so I had to look at him while I came apart.
No stranger could have read my body like that. No random masked man could have followed the choreography of my dirtiest dreams so perfectly.
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