The Revelation

His hands are everywhere, and I'm burning alive. V kisses me like a man possessed—desperate, consuming, barely controlled. His fingers trace up my thigh, pushing the red dress higher, and I arch into him shamelessly. The alcohol has stripped away my inhibitions, leaving only raw need and the overwhelming presence of the man I've submitted to for months. "Please." The word breaks from my lips between kisses. "V, please, I need—" "Tell me." His mouth trails fire down my neck. "Say it." "I need you inside me." Shame evaporates in the face of desire. "Right here. Right now. I don't care if someone sees. I just need you." His body goes rigid against mine, and I feel his hardness pressing into my hip—thick, insistent, proof that he wants this as much as I do. More, maybe. His breathing is ragged, control fraying with every desperate press of my body against his. "You're drunk," he says, but his hands contradict his words, sliding higher, fingers brushing the edge of my soaked panties. "I'm s