Tabitha’s POV
The air between us felt like it was crackling with electricity. Fabrizio’s grip on my hips was firm, his eyes dark with desire as he held me in place. My body still trembled from the intensity of his touch, my breath coming in short, uneven bursts. I knew what was coming next—could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of what he was about to do to me.
“You’re so f*****g wet,” Fabrizio growled, his voice thick with need as his fingers slid between my legs again, teasing me, making me squirm beneath him. “I can feel how bad you want it.”
I gasped, my hips moving in time with his touch, my body aching for more. His words sent a thrill through me, a mix of excitement and nerves that only made the moment more intense. I had never been spoken to like this before, never
