By now, Yuna was wet, hot, and ready for him. The soft heat pooled low inside her, a constant reminder of the desire growing between them.
It was like a slow-burning fire inside, warm and persistent, refusing to be ignored. She could feel the slickness clinging to her thighs, the sticky proof of just how much she wanted him, how much her body craved him.
The warmth spread deeper with every slow, deliberate breath she took, flooding through her veins and setting every nerve ending on edge. Her skin tingled as if tiny sparks were dancing just beneath the surface.
She shifted on the bed, her fingers brushing absentmindedly over the sheets, trying to steady the whirlwind inside her.
This was the moment, the one she'd been waiting for, and yet, her heart pounded like a drum, nervous and excited all at once.
