Chapter 58 Deliciously Cruel 2

• Esme's POV
• I gasped as he withdrew his fingers, my legs still trembling against the wall, pinned by his body. He didn't let me slide down yet. Instead, he kept me there, his hips pressing forward, the hard ridge of his length grinding against my core through the thin barrier of his pants and my exposed skin.
• The friction was torturous, a slow- deliberate roll that sent sparks shooting up my spine. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the whimper building in my throat, but my hips betrayed me, rocking instinctively against him, seeking more of that maddening pressure.