Chapter 32 : It Won't Repeat Itself

~VANNIE~

The river that the waterfall ran into was impossibly cold, but it didn't stop Vannie's languid strokes around in it. If anything, the temperature was therapeutic.

She definitely needed therapy after everything that happened for the entire three days of her heat. Now, she only needed to close her eyes to remember Sinclair looking up at her from between her legs, eyes filled with an emotion she didn't want to identify, mouth glossy with evidence of her climax. Looking like all he wanted to do was serve and be hers to command.

That kind of power was just intoxicating on an entirely different level. Sin, Alpha-dominant extraordinaire, liked being told what to do in bed. By her.

Vannie didn't remember how many times she'd forced his head back to her, and how she'd shamelessly demanded his fingers. How he'd begged her to demand.