Edge of Surrender

Sienna's POV

Donato’s hand still hovered right there, just inches from my aching, throbbing crotch. It was a cruel, torturous, and teasing presence that had me whimpering for the contact to return. My legs felt completely wobbly, utterly incapable of supporting my own weight. My body was completely betraying my dignity, weeping with a desperate, embarrassing wetness that thoroughly soaked my lace