Chapter 18
~ Hailey ~
His hands mapped every inch of my body like he was memorizing it. Touched me in ways that made me arch and gasp and forget my own name—fingers slipping between my thighs to stroke me through the lace until I was writhing, then pushing the fabric aside to slide two thick fingers deep inside me without warning.
I cried out at the sudden stretch, clenching around him as he curled them expertly, stroking that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His thumb circled my c**t in relentless, perfect pressure while his mouth devoured my breasts, leaving them glistening and swollen.
"Tell me what you want," he murmured against my skin, voice ragged as he added a third finger, stretching me further, f*****g me with his hand until I was sobbing with need.
"You."
