Page 94 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

Everything else fades away.

The lake.

The birds.

The world.

There's only Graham.

Only us.

He lays me back with a tenderness that somehow makes everything even more overwhelming.

Like I'm something precious.

Something worth protecting.

Worth worshipping.

His gaze never leaves mine.

Not for more than a heartbeat.

Every time our eyes meet, my pulse kicks harder against my ribs.

Both of us are breathing harder now.

Our chests rise and fall with uneven breaths.

Close enough that I can feel every warm exhale brushing across my skin.

Every inhale we steal from the same pocket of air somehow pulls us closer together.

He settles between my spread legs with deliberate care, never rushing, never making me feel like anything except the center of his entire universe.

I don't look away.

I can't.

Not when he's looking at me like that.

Like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

The anticipation coils tighter and tighter inside me until I think I might come undone from wanting him to touch me again.

Slowly, he reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head before undoing his pants.

He pulls out his cock. It’s long and thick, curved just right.

“God, you’re so big,” I whisper.

He cants his head.

“You can take me, Honey. You’re made for me,” he says it like he means it.

And I want to believe him.

I pull the hem of my dress all the way up to my hips and Graham watches the entire time.