Tabitha’s POV

I nod against him, dizzy, my thoughts fragmented. Evren’s hands possessively slide over me, exploring the plump curve of my ass. His fingers skim lower, stroking everywhere except where I’m burning for it, teasing me with intentional cruelty.

Please… fuck, if my mouth is not filled to the brim right now, I would have begged him to touch me exactly where I need it.

But I think he hears it—or at least smells my desperation. Evren’s expert fingers trail down to my aching folds, parting it from behind and stroking the sensitive nub just above it.

“Hnghhh…” I whimper, eyes stinging with happy tears once again.

It feels...