Stefan's POV
I palmed them again, skin to skin this time, hissing at the feel of her. So soft.
So real. I squeezed, maybe too hard, wanting to leave my mark. My other hand dropped from her breast, sliding down over the flat plane of her stomach, through the fine dark hair at the apex of her thighs, and cupped her p***y through her panties.
She gasped, her body jolting, and then... she instinctively adjusted her stance, widening her legs just a fraction. Giving me space. An open invitation.
"That's it," I murmured against her neck, my voice rough. I rubbed her through the lace, feeling the heat, the dampness already seeping through.
She was soaked. So f*****g wet for me. For her stepson. The hypocrisy, the betrayal, it was all just fuel for the fire.
I turned her to face me, spinning
