Devoured By Need
Nothing but sweat, need, and the echo of his name as she comes undone.
Mia sprawled across her bed, lamplight spilling over her bare skin, turning her into something molten and restless. Her hair snaked across the pillow in tangled, dark rivers, strands sticking to her damp cheek like the aftermath of a fever dream. The room was silent except for the slow, uneven rhythm of her breath, a hush that made every sound, every movement, feel amplified and dangerous. She let her eyes drift closed, l...