R A Y V I N
He gazed down at me, a satisfied smile on his face, while I was sure that my inner-being was practically on her knees thanking him.
“You are mine,” he breathed. “You’re going to have to learn to accept that, and it’s going to be so much fun teaching you how.” He kissed me again. My breathing was still ragged as I came down from my orgasm. His hand moved down my waist, to my hips, and then cupped me, intimately… Jeez. His finger slipped through my hip bone and slowly circled me — there. Briefly, he closed his eyes, and his breathing hitched.“You’re so deliciously wet. God, I want you.” He thrust his finger inside me, and I cried out as he does it again and again. This time, unlike before, he pushed his finger deeper and deeper, surpassing the shallow level he had always stop
