Nadia's Point Of View
His chest rubbed against my naked breasts, the rough fabric of his open shirt brushing right over my sensitive nipples, and a low moan scraped straight out of my throat before I could choke it back. I hated how easily he pulled that sound out of me, how little control I seemed to have over my own body whenever he was this close.
It was infuriating, this power he wielded without even trying, as if my resistance were nothing more than a game he'd already won before it began.
I had spent so long convincing myself I could withstand him, that I was stronger than whatever this was between us, and yet here I stood, unraveling in his arms like all those private vows meant nothing at all.
I shuddered, my toes curling in midair. His arms tightened around my bare waist like iron bands, anchoring me high against him, but then one of his warm hands began to slide down, slipping slowly between our pressed bodies until his long fingers reached the thin lace of my panties.
