And in that quiet, heavy moment, Miku realized something: she was already lost.
Even before a word was spoken, even before any vow was broken, she was utterly, undeniably drawn to him.
Ross, of course, doubled down on his attack, his hands moving with a purposeful, dominant energy that left no room for hesitation or resistance.
He took hold of Miku's jeans, his fingers deftly working the button and zipper, the denim sliding down her legs with a rush, leaving her in only her underwear.
The cool air of the room hit her skin, a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from Ross's body, a heat that seemed to seep into her very pores, making her even more wet with desire.
