Whispers of Desire (18+)

"Oh, Tiana..." He groans, continuing to thrust into me deeper. "You do such unholy things to me, my love..." I moan into the crook of his neck.

You know, sometimes I find it unbelievable how I'm in this moment now. In fact, only a couple months ago, -or has it only been one?- Mason didn't even know who I was. I was inexperienced; a virgin, at that. Now look at me. Hot, more popular than before. Sexy, even. Having sex with the one I had been crazy about for so long.
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Tiana Caldwell has always been that girl. Quiet. Shy. Honors student. Observant. Cute rather than sexy, she drifts through life unnoticed, content to watch the world-and Mason Delone-from a distance. He's everything she's ever admired: confident, magnetic, effortlessly captivating. And yet, he feels untouchable, a man so far out of her reach that she convinces herself he could never want someone like her-someone inexperienced, shy, and unremarkable.

But that doesn't stop her from imagining him. She dreams of his attention, of the warmth of his hand brushing hers, the heat of his gaze lingering a moment too long. In her quiet moments, she pictures the intimacy she's never had, the sensation of being wanted, of being seen in ways that make her heart pound and her body ache. Each thought stirs something inside her she's never dared to acknowledge.

Mason doesn't notice her yet -or so she thinks-, but that only makes her longing sharper, more urgent. Every encounter-every casual conversation, every accidental brush of his hand-feels electric. She is caught between fear and desire, between shyness and the pull of something she can't resist. The closer she imagines herself to him, the more vividly she feels what it might be like to be in his arms, to have him lean in close, to feel his lips on hers, to taste the heat she's only fantasized about.
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