~ Theresa ~

My legs are still trembling when George pulls back. I’m trying to breathe, trying to remember how to be a person again, but all I can taste is him. His hand stays on my leg, anchoring me even as my chest aches.

I should feel ashamed. Memories of my husband flash through me but they don’t stop the ache, don’t stop the heat building inside.

George's palm presses firmer and suddenly I understand why he brought me here. This place of lust was meant to unravel me. He wanted me turned on so HE can fuck me.

And God, it worked.

His hand moves higher, his touch...