James's POV
I can't control myself. The passion that exists between Aimee and me drives me crazy. Even though I only saw her for a few moments, it all made me lose control. I can't divert my thoughts after smelling her intoxicating scent.
It's strange because I never even caught a whiff of her body scent before. Since we started having sex, I realized that Aimee possesses something. A passion equal to what I felt when I was with Emma.
My heart races every time she screams and moans; my desire intensifies exponentially.
"Are you satisfied? I still want more, Aimee. I can't stop; we have to continue."
Aimee's gaze appears melancholic and resigned. I don't care if she's tired or not; I want my desire to enjoy her body to continue.
"You're insane, James. Control yourself. I feel disgusted when you go overboard like this."
"Diz, you don't understand anything. Just be quiet; I want to enjoy my life."
