Passion

ACCALIA'S POV

I whimpered and nodded, the urge to touch him growing stronger. He must have sensed my growing arousal, because he smiled wickedly before He pressed harder against me, the friction making me squirm. With another low moan, I felt him shift, his hand sliding beneath my skirt, grasping firmly onto my sex. I whimpered, my toes curling as waves of heat radiated through me. Oh god. I needed him so badly I felt like I might explode.

I clenched my fists and dug my fingernails into my palm so hard, I swore I could feel my blood start pooling in my hand. My mind spun from the sensation of his tongue playing with my nipples and the pressure building between my legs. God. Please. Make this moment last forever... Please. I wanted this. So much.

And yet, I wanted him to continue. Needed it.“More,'' I rasped as he pulled his hand away. “Please… please….”

Don smirked wickedly. “How eager are you, love?” I blushed.

How can a person blush without even trying? I knew he was drunk