Aisha's heart raced, panic and frustration surging as Cassius's hands roamed her small buttocks, his fingers kneading the tender flesh with a boldness she hadn't expected. She'd braced for something romantic: a soft kiss, a gentle pat, but not this.
Not his hands groping her ass, tracing every curve as they rode together in such a shameless embrace.
Her first instinct was to shove him away, her virgin heart terrified by the intensity, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. This was her first hug with a man, and now his hands were there, bold and unapologetic, sending shivers through her.
But just as her hands twitched to push him back, she froze, her mind catching up.
I asked for this, she thought, her heart sinking with realization. She'd demanded he treat her like his wives, pushed him to be intimate, and now he was just following her lead.
If she shoved him away, it'd unravel everything, their closeness, the fragile bridge she'd built after years of snapping at him.
