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He stared at the screen in breathless awe, her words glowing on his Discord.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, his body tense, as he read her message again: "What did you think of the chapter?"

What did he think? He ran his hand through his hair, his fingers trembling slightly. His tongue darted over his bottom lip as a smirk formed.

She had no idea what her words did to him. He leaned back, his joggers tightening uncomfortably as his body reacted.

Finally, he typed, "Want more... I want the next chapter."

He hit send and sat back, waiting. And waiting. Why the hell was she taking so long to reply? The tension clawed at him, his chest rising and falling as if he'd run a marathon.

His mind replayed her words from the chapter, her breathless moans, the vivid, delicious details she'd crafted, and it left him raw.

He couldn't take it anymore. He stood, yanked his shirt over his head, and tossed it to the side.

It wasn't helping the heat anyway. His bare chest glistened as he stalked into the bathroom, the cold tiles beneath his feet doing little to cool him.

He turned the shower knob all the way to cold and stepped in. The icy spray shocked his skin, but it didn't dampen the fire burning inside him. She's going to drive me insane.

When he finally stepped out, water dripped from his body, trailing down his abs and settling at his waist.

He didn't bother drying off, what was the point?

Instead, he pulled on the joggers and walked back to his desk, his chest still bare and droplets of water glistening on his skin under the dim light.

Discord was still open. He refreshed it, and there it was, her reply.

"Bet you took a cold shower to cool off, huh?"

He sucked his teeth, his jaw tightening as he ran his tongue over his lips.

She's killing me.

He typed back, "Nah."

The response came almost immediately: "Bet you want me in the shower though."

His breath hitched, and he closed his eyes as if saying a silent prayer.

His pulse pounded in his ears, and he clenched his fists against the desk.

She was relentless, her teasing turning him into a mess. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he thought of a witty reply, but all he could type was, "You're killing me."

The pause before her next response was excruciating. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly, trying to get his racing heart under control. Finally, her message popped up:

"And you'll gladly die in my mouth. Goodnight, lovely reader."

Goodnight? His brow furrowed, his lips parting in disbelief.

Goodnight? His erection pressed painfully against his joggers as he groaned, running his hand down his face in frustration.

She was torturing him, and he loved every damn second of it.

Growling, he turned the AC to full blast, letting the icy air hit his damp skin. It didn't help.

Nothing helped. She was still in his mind, her words, her teasing, her bold confidence.

Desperate for distraction, he grabbed his controller and booted up Call of Duty.

But even as the screen lit up, his thoughts weren't on the game.

His fingers moved mechanically, but his mind replayed her last words, over and over again. "You'll gladly die in my mouth."

What he really wanted was to forget the game, forget the teasing, and have her right here.

In his lap. Riding him. Her moans echoing in his ears as he grabbed her hips, her skin hot against his, her body wrapped around him.

He could almost feel her nails dragging across his chest, her lips bruising his as he lost himself in her entirely.

But she wasn't here. All he had were her words. And damn it, they were enough to ruin him.