The moment his mouth touches my clit, my body reacts before my mind can catch up.
A sharp breath tears out of me as my knees threaten to buckle, my palms flattening against the cool surface in front of me as sensation floods everywhere at once. My reflection blurs. I can't tell if it's the heat, the panic, or the way pleasure slams into me without warning.
Zane makes a low sound against me, rough and unfiltered, like he's been holding it back all this while. His hands move with purpose, steadying me, keeping me right where he wants me as my breathing breaks apart.
I shouldn't want this.
I know that.
And yet my body responds like it's been waiting.
Every nerve feels exposed, every thought fragments. I'm aware of him everywhere at once, the way he doesn't rush, the way he takes his time like he knows exactly how close I already am to losing myself.
My head falls forward, forehead pressing against the glass, breath fogging the surface as I fight for control and lose it anyway.
