“This, Hyacinth.” He held up his hand and I saw my wetness glistening on his fingertips. “This is for me.”
“Yes,” I replied.
He lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked my essence off. “So sweet, spicy, too. Just like you.”
His words, the way he talked to me, he didn't hold back. He didn't maintain a safe reserve for mild Hyacinth Lenox. He wouldn't stand for that, for he was seeing the real me—the me I hadn't even known. Hyacinth Reed. How he knew I'd become aroused by touching myself, or by his dark and dirty words, his seamy actions, I'd never know. I didn't really care, just that he would soon fill me, for my inner muscles clenched down in anticipation.
He was big, so very big, but I wasn't afraid. Never with Jackson.
Placing his other hand beside my head, he shifted his hips an
