Instead, Tianna began to move.
Slowly at first, her strokes long and smooth, water and precum creating a slick slide under her grip.
She stared at it, watching how it responded, how it twitched with every touch.
And then, little by little, she lost herself in it again—her breathing quickened, her chest heaved, her thoughts drowned under waves of raw desire.
Ross let out a faint groan above her—deep, approving, restrained. That small sound sent a jolt through her spine.
And Tianna knew.
She wasn't doing this because she had to anymore.
She was doing it because she wanted to.
Because something about Ross—his presence, his body, his raw power—made her feel like she was unraveling.
And in that moment, she wasn't scared of it. She welcomed it.
Little did Tianna know, what she was experiencing wasn't strange at all.
In fact, it was the only natural response her body could have when faced with a man like Ross.
Ross wasn't just human anymore.
