Betty’s POV

I was already shaking before he even touched me again.

Ivan played beautifully; honestly, his skills were good. Even when my core was aching and I was lost in the moment, I felt each melody... but nothing good lasts forever. The piece ended and she was so close

The last note of the piece still hung in the air, vibrating through the room like it didn’t want to die. My thighs trembled, slick and aching, every nerve screaming for the release he’d been denying me for what felt ...