Chapter 148 Hot And Aching

• Evelyn
• In the dark, the strong hands stealthily slipped under the cover, pulling down my panties and gliding upwards to cup my breasts still encased in lace and silk.
• I moaned at the feeling, my back arching, I involuntarily ended up pressing myself more into his body. It was him—I didn't need to open my eyes to realize that. His familiar cologne enveloped me, a heady concoction that stirred memories and desires. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. And his touch, oh, his touch—it could only belong to one person. Him—unmistakably him—My Ruin.