Chapter One-Zero-Five: Tomorrow

"This is coercion, Marko."

I utter, stifling the desire to rub myself against his knee. Thankfully, he rubs my flesh for me, alternating between rubbing and pressing; only his pace is too slow for any hint of a climax.

"I might as well, right? If I tell you 'I love you', you don't believe it, so what other choice are you leaving me with? Alba, do you even understand my desperation? Huh?”

I do not answer; I cannot; my mind feels foggy.

“...if you leave me one more time, I might just-"

A breathy moan escapes me when his mouth widens to capture my nape.

He doesn't add any force or pressure, but a burst of mint and eucalyptus floods my nostrils; for their cooling effect, my body only seems to burn.

My nipples develop an itchy ache that isn't soothed by his rough hands’ massage; in fact, I desire to rub them against any rough surface or, instead, his mouth.

He could place my buds in his mouth…nibble them, and swirl them with his tongue while thrusting himself inside me.

“That’s it.