Chapter 155 Sarah

• God.
• I swallow it back: every muttered curse, every plea, every keening moan. All the sounds I'd make if we were alone, safely locked in a room, away from these turning pages and tapping keys.
• I choke it all back until it's clogging my throat and all I can do is wheeze out a single breath at a time, clutching Ki's shirt as he pumps one finger, then two, in and out of my slick channel. His thumb finds my clit, swirling over and over it in relentless circles, and my body flashes hot, a wildfire charring my insides. Then my muscles lock and I'm clamping down on him, gripping and grinding, coming silently with air choked in my throat.