I face him just as a flicker of surprise crosses his features. The devil studies me with his eyebrows furrowed, his big hands that were running over my body just a few heartbeats ago are now tucked deep into his pockets and the ire still dancing in his eyes cannot be ignored. I straighten myself and stand in front of him as tall as I can, even though I can still feel the place between my thighs throb with the need of his fingers back on me and the pain on my chest intensifies.
My mind continues to spin. From the time I woke up late after being taken over by more than one fervent orgasm, my senseless thoughts are tangling up with feelings that spring up randomly. It began with rage and then a burning desire to now have a heartache. When the tears slip free again and I choke on a sob that’
