Jane hesitated. The pleasure was undeniable, intoxicating even, yet something inside her held back. She loved how he made her feel, but was this really what she wanted?
Fredrick's jaw tightened at her silence, his patience wearing thin. Without another word, he slid his fingers inside her again, moving with unrelenting precision. She gasped, her body responding instantly, her breathing ragged as waves of sensation washed over her.
As her moans filled the room, he hastily unfastened his belt, pulling down his pants. His desire for her had reached its peak, and he was done waiting. He positioned himself, guiding himself to her, his grip firm on her hips.
Jane cried out, her hands clutching his shirt, her body trembling at the overwhelming sensation. "Oh no… what are we doing?" she whimpered, though her moans told a different story as she instinctively moved in rhythm with him.
