Thane Drogos
Watching Evie break apart under my hands was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced. Laying flat in my bed, jaw slack, eyes widened with wonder. Her chest rose and fell rapidly like she needed to catch her breath.
I sat back on my knees, watching her come down from her high.
The bed appeared damp with the rush of her orgasm. The taste of it against my lips. I wanted to taste her again, lick up all traces of her climax until she cried out again. I wanted to make her come repeatedly until morning.
A spike of possessiveness warmed my blood. I wanted every sexual experience with any other man to pale in comparison to how I played her body with my hands. I wanted to do it again. The sight of her absolutely intoxicating.