Into the water

★★★★

"I would prefer not to hear," Monica muttered, her warm breath pressing against his skin like a whisper, making him feel even more desperate. William pulled his hand away from her waist and spun her around so that her back was against his chest. He lowered his head as his lips rested on her shoulder, and said,

"Why not? It's not as though you have committed a crime about which it would be inappropriate to speak. I liked the groan you let out, and the way your body arched up in excitement made me look at you. I became fixated on your aroma and couldn't stop searching for the fresh yet sultry scent that solely belongs to you."

With a sharp inhale, Monica rested her head back on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, sensing the words cutting right through her flesh. She had the impression that his words had ignited a spark and that when he touched her, a strong gust of wind struck the spark, making her entire body tingle with need.

“You know how to speak. But we should take care not