My feet wouldn’t move. My lips pressed to a line; jaw clenched. I stood, motionless, in the shadows.
He gripped your hips, lifted. And you, traitorous slut that you are, wrapped yourself around him, took him in, into the slick heat of you. I watched, you know. Watched you writhe for him, arch, moan, beg and plead. Ground my teeth together when he spent in you with a grunt.
Saw you kiss him, whisper, sag against the wall while he walked away.
Drank you in when you swayed to me. Growled. Tasted your kiss.
“Make me yours, again.”