Katrina
Once I could find my senses enough to peel myself from the ground, I went back to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me. I tried to lock it, but there wasn't one,
B.astard.
I knelt on my bed and trailed my fingers between my thighs, almost annoyed at how s.oaked my u.nderwear was.
B.astard!
I tried to focus elsewhere, to think of anything but him. But once my fingers dipped inside of me, my thoughts would not budge from him.
So I gave in; in the safety of my own mind, I would pretend.
I thought of the hungry look he gave me, remembered his claiming words, his rough yet gentle touch...
My mind twisted them further into all the things I wanted from him that I could never let him have.
F.uck—I shouldn’t have come that fast.
Zavier
“What is it?” I demanded.
“Good mornin
