The flash lit her up like a cr!me scene, white-hot and unforgiving. She felt the heat of it on her skin even after the shutter snapped, a ghost-image burned into her retinas. 

“Greedy,” he repeated, voice low, thumb tracing the slick seam where she was already dripping for him. “Look at you, clenching around nothing. Begging to be filled.” 

She pushed back against his hand, shameless, the metal hood creaking under her weight. “Then stop teasing and—” 

Another click. 

He stood, phone still in one hand, the other sliding two fingers deep inside her without warning. She gasped, spine arching, nails scraping paint. 

“Language,” he chided, curling his fingers just right, slow and cruel. “You’ll take what I give you. And you’ll thank me for every second I make you wait.”