Viona's POV
Oh my fucking God. How did we even end up like this?
I regretted the moment I held his cheeks like that. I should've known. The second our skin touched, it was already dangerous for my resolve. I loved his touch far too much, with a hunger I couldn't even deny.
But I never expected it to turn into this.
He always gave me something new. Something I didn't even know could feel this thrilling. This addictive.
I gripped the window frame tightly as Rafael's fingers rubbed my swollen clit with precise, careful movements. I shouldn't be enjoying it, but God, it felt so good. And the fact that he didn't mind the mess made me bite my lower lip, barely holding back a smile.
He was like erupting magma.
And I was addicted to the way he ruined me.
"How is it? You like it?" he murmured against the back of my ear, his voice low and breathy. His scent, warm and deeply masculine, clouded my senses and pushed my arousal higher.
