Page 14 of Forbidden Hunger

I’ll have to be strong. I possess enough discipline to be attending one of the top ballet schools in the country; surely I can say no to these inappropriate urges for two weeks. I’ll just imagine Eden’s face if I had to confess.

As soon as I’m in bed, though, my good intentions prove as flimsy as a chip of ice dropped into hot water. They melt away, leaving nothing behind but the ache between my legs and the need to assuage it.

My hand goes straight inside my panties this time. I’m already damp. I imagine Ashton with me – forceful, demanding, controlling – and in seconds I’m slippery wet.

“Ashton,” I gasp as my fingertips rub frantically over my clit. My legs move restlessly as pleasure winds through me, twisting and tightening in my core, taking me higher and higher until I’m teetering on the edge of release.

My fantasy Ashton looms over me. You’re mine, he growls. I need to be inside you.

“Oh, yes, Ashton. Please.” So close …

Spread your legs so I can fuck you, he orders, and I come harder than I ever have in my life. The climax shreds me, wracking me so hard I almost cry out.

“I’m sorry, Eden,” I whisper afterwards, when I’m curled on my side again. “I just can’t help it.”

Silence is my only answer.

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