Meryl's POV
Andre rose from the bed with an urgency that made my pulse quicken, his movements sharp and deliberate as he began stripping away his clothes. There was something primal in the way he moved, like every second of restraint had been torture, like he'd been fighting against his own desire until this very moment. When he finally freed himself from his briefs, I couldn't suppress the sharp intake of breath that escaped me. He was magnificent and intimidating, already glistening with need, his body clearly as desperate as mine had become.
His eyes never left mine as he wrapped his hand around himself, using the evidence of my arousal that still coated his fingers to stroke along his length. The sight made my entire body quiver with renewed hunger, despite the fact that I was still recovering from what he'd just done to me. My legs trembled against the mattress as I watched him prepare himself.
