Haunting-Adeline

impossible. Especially when he arches his brow and that wicked grin graces
his lips.
I clench my thighs, a flood of arousal s rring between my thighs. My
breathing escalates, just with the memory of one look, and I'm mel ng.
How is that possible?
I kick off my leggings, a burning sensa on in my stomach spreading un l
it feels like I'm drowning in a pit of flames. A flush is already forming on my
chest, and I know pre y soon it'll start creeping up my neck.
Next, I rip my t-shirt over my head, leaving me in only my matching bra
and panty set. It's white and silky, and that insane part of me wishes Zade
was here to see it. He'd probably think I look so innocent. An angel and a
demon. Forbidden but drawn to each other anyways.
That could be a book... based on the a rac on between two opposite
souls.
Bi ng my lip, I snake my hand down the front of my underwear, the p
of my finger scarcely brushing across my clit. The contact is so light but yet
has electricity zipping through my veins. I close my eyes, releasing a shaky
breath. And I pretend that Zade is kneeling before me. Ordering me to
touch myself for him. To show him what I do when he's not here.
My heart pounds heavily in my chest, like a basketball on a court. I slip
my fingers further down, dipping the p into the pool of wetness that has
gathered. I'm embarrassingly wet.
Licking my lips, I plunge my two fingers inside, a moan falling from my
lips as my body seizes with pleasure.
Zade's deep, bo omless voice whispers in my mind of all the dirty things
he's growled in my ear. All the words that have stopped my heart in my
chest.
My redemp on will become your salva on.
I was convinced he would be my damna on. But at this moment, it feels
like I've walked into paradise.
Nirvana.
Just like he said when his tongue was plunged deep inside of me, like my
fingers are now.
I moan louder, the crescendo building as the image flickers to Zade
si ng behind me in my car, feas ng on me—no, drinking from me like a
dying man deprived of water.