REINA

"We... We..." We should stop!

I wanted to stop him—God, I wanted to stop him—but the word caught in my throat, trembling there like a secret.

My palms were flat against the table, trembling, the cool wood biting into my skin as his weight pinned me down. His heat was everywhere, searing through my clothes, his scent drowning out my thoughts until there was nothing left but him.

This was insanity. I knew it.

But I couldn’t move.

Couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t even breathe without tasting him.

“W-we can’t…” The protest broke from my lips in a whisper, ragged and weak. “We can’t... Fuck!” I gasped as his hand slid...