Chapter 14

Guinevere's POV

I had managed a day without succumbing to the maddening desire for Reagan, but the more I resisted, the stronger the craving grew. Desperation had driven me to reach out to Hayden, hoping a night with him would quench the heat. But there was no response.

My phone beeped, and I grabbed it, only to be disappointed once again. Hayden had left my message unanswered. Was he still mad? Frustration gnawed at me. No matter how hard I tried to relieve myself, my body still craved Reagan, and eventually, I gave in to the overwhelming desire.

"I want you to f**k me," I blurted out, the words escaping almost involuntarily. My mind was a fog, and I couldn't blame myself for losing control.

Immediately, Reagan's lips crashed onto mine with a hunger that took me by surprise. The desire I had expected to diminish instead intensified tenfold. His kisses were ravenous, full of urgency and impatience, as if he had been starving for this moment. We moved toward the bed, our mouths locked