Chapter3
Mia’s POV
I got home that day and sleep was a distant thought, slipping through my fingers like sand. The memory of Ethan’s tongue on me, his hands, the way he had made me shiver and cry out my own name, played on repeat in my mind. My chest burned, my skin still tingling from yesterday’s stolen moments, and I knew I couldn’t stay still.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind me, I stripped off my clothes, feeling the cool air hit my bare skin. Lucky that my roommate wasn’t home; I could finally be alone with the storm inside me. I climbed onto my bed, fingers sliding over the slick heat between my thighs, thinking of him. The thought of his c**k pressing into me, of him tasting me, made my hips arch on their own. My moans were low, greedy, whispered echoes of his name. “Et
