SUBMITTING TO MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ

Killian gently caressed the back of my neck with his thumb, his warm gaze intensifying as he spoke. "Admit it, you crave it." Our faces were inches apart, and I found myself momentarily breathless. As he lifted my dress, baring my thighs, his hands hesitantly settled there, sending tingles through me. I shifted my head slightly, trying to evade his intense stare that seemed to pierce straight through my soul. "Your body is yearning for it," he murmured, trailing kisses down my neck until his lips met my sensitive nipples, causing shivers to race across my skin. I gasped, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations. I wanted to voice my thoughts, but his influence was too powerful. His tongue teased my nipples, eliciting a soft moan from deep within me. It was intoxicating, yet I knew I should pull away. "I don't...," I started, my voice wavering. "I shouldn't be doing this with you, Killian." But inside, I questioned if I could resist the constant pull of his presence in my mind. He was the only one whose touch ignited a desire within me. "You're lying," he countered, lazily tracing the string of my thong. Pleasure washed over me, making it difficult to maintain my resolve. "Explain why we shouldn't be here, just one reason, and I'll stop." My heart raced as I answered, "Because you're my best friend's fiancé." The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the forbidden nature of our attraction.