The week that followed was a particular kind of torture. Natasha had experienced desire before, or what she had believed was desire. She had felt the flutter of attraction, the warmth of a crush, the distant curiosity about what intimacy might feel like. But this was different. This was a constant, gnawing hunger that lived in her bones and refused to be silenced.
She had orgasmed. For the first time in her life, she had felt the full force of her body's capacity for pleasure, and now that she knew what it felt like, she could not stop thinking about it. The memory of his fingers between her legs, the sound of his voice commanding her to come, the white-hot explosion of sensation that had consumed her entirely. It played on a loop in her mind, waking and sleeping.
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