C35 The sweet surrender

Brielle's pov

Like a lost pup, I followed my nemesis; if lust could kill this instance, I would be announced dead in less than seconds. In between, my thigh feels the heat; it judges the want and needs to be separated massively apart.

Good lord! Have I been this submissive to sin? Have I been down facet rotten? Just the thought of Jace's smirk tingled the sexual urge in me