Yet, before long, it was not enough… this was not enough.
She couldn't put off the fire within her with this touch alone, because it was too much, she was a ball of desire right now and what terrified Meera the most was; there was only one way to stop this torture, but she didn't even want to think about that.
Even when her mind didn't want to work properly, she was stubborn enough not to think about him because it only upset her.
They were not in a good term right now and this heat came unexpectedly.
Meera would be doomed if she needed to beg him to touch her, there was no way she would lower herself like that.
Yet, she was struggling to keep her voice down, as she was frustrated to find her release.
This heat was killing her and no matter how she touched herself, that was not enough, she imagined it was someone else's hand, this was Dalton's hands.
