Sheila’s POV

His fingers clicked at my clitoris, his eyes hawkish, alert, intense. Like a predator playing with his prey. He had me under his powerful grasp, my breath was stolen by him, my soul crushed and broken into a thousand pieces.

“Hold your breath, you’ll breathe only when I want you to, do you understand?” His voice commanded authoritatively.

I almost purred. To me his voice electrified my heart like the most enchanting, and hottest words I’ve ever heard. Crazy stupid hormones I cursed in my head.

His fingers played with my soft mound, my legs raised in the air while his wicked fingers played with my most sensitive...