[o] bad luck never lost a race

SOHALIA

and there we are again when nobody had to know

In her wildest dreams, Soh would never have imagined herself lying upon mossy stones, bare to the midnight sky, as a near-perfect stranger drove her mad with lust. And yet, here she was, lying on her back, eyes closed and lips parted, moaning again as her hips rose to meet each thrust of the three fingers inside her. Ace’s voice in her mind was a low growl, sending her higher each time he spoke, encouraging her onward towards her release.

When his thumb brushed her clit, she gasped, pleasure bursting forth in a way she’d only ever experienced in the privacy of her own room with herself for company. Her nails dug into Ace’s back, the hand reaching for his pants pausing as he drove her higher and higher. And when his teeth scraped along her earlobe, his breath a reverent whisper in her ear, she shattered.

Crying out, she arched against him as waves of pleasure crested, pulling her under and depriving her of every sense except for this. Ace’s fingers were all she could feel, and as she found her release, it was with his name on her lips. Ace, she moaned, turning her head to capture his lips with her own, riding the last waves of her orgasm and desperately wanting to return the favor.

you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath