Chapter 238
Daphne
She's limp, trembling, chest heaving like she's just run ten miles. The sheets are damp with her sweat, streaked with her tears, saturated with her scent. My little bunny—undone, spread open, legs still draped over my shoulders.
A dream come true.
Her thighs twitch when I press one last kiss to the inside of her leg, slow and possessive. She squeaks, hands fumbling weakly at the sheets like she doesn't know whether to shove me away or drag me back down.
I grin, licking her slick from my lips. "Sweetest thing I've ever tasted."
I lower her legs gently to the mattress, my palms gliding down the length of her calves one last time before I rise.
My own body burns, every nerve screaming for release. The sweat at the back of my neck makes my shirt cling like a second skin.
