Vera’s parents are asleep, their bedrooms on the far side of the hall. Knowing that they could walk in on us heightens everything.
My back arches at her touch, a low moan slipping past my lips.
“Shhh! You must be quiet, Rosalie!” she whispers admonishingly, even as her very actions prove to make that nigh impossible.
Her fingers curl inside of me, doing wickedly heathen – delicious, heavenly – things to me.
I need more.
Keening softly, I reach for her, kissing her frantically as she brings me to completion – as she damns me to hell.
I’m in Heaven.