The Taste of Sin

Maeva slammed her apartment door shut and twisted the brass deadbolt until it clicked. She pressed against the cold wooden panel, dragging in jagged breaths. Sweat beaded along her hairline. Her heart slammed against her ribs with the force of a sledgehammer, but that frantic beating was nothing compared to the intense, throbbing heat pooling heavy and slick between her thighs.

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