Her entire body was a live wire now.
Every nerve, every inch of skin, every muscle in her thighs trembled like it had forgotten how to hold her up. The edge wasn't just close—it was pressing against her from the inside out, pulsing like a storm behind her navel.
And still, he hadn't let her have it.
Eros's voice was calm—too calm—like he wasn't the one who had her unraveling with nothing but words.
"Janet," he said through the wall, his voice deep enough to rattle inside her chest, "do you think you deserve to cum yet?"
Her lips parted. No words came.
Just a desperate gasp.
"Use your voice," he ordered. "If you want release, beg for it."
Her fingers were still working in slow, cruel circles around the sensitive skin just under her clit—where he'd told her to focus. She didn't dare touch the swollen bundle itself, not without permission. But the ache was spreading now, dragging heat up her belly and down her thighs.
She couldn't even pretend to be in control anymore.
