She stepped closer, her hands resting on my shoulders. She’s mine. Desiporn “You—you need to stop.”But she didn’t. “You wanted this,” I continued, my tone firm, almost commanding. But the redness in her eyes was a stark reminder of the line I had crossed. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer. My body responded in ways I couldn’t control.Her hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against the waistband of my pyjamas. The way she had looked at me, the way she had moaned my name, the way her body had responded to mine—it had awakened something in me that I couldn’t ignore.She wanted this. I needed her.And as I lifted her onto the couch, her legs wrapping around my waist, I knew there was no turning back.




















