[Rosalie’s POV]
I gasp for air as another orgasm attacks me. How many times have I c*m now? How many? So many, to the point where I can’t tell one from the other. Diego truly was a cruel man, but deep down, I really enjoyed this side of him.
“Can you go on?” He asks now, releasing me from my torture.
“N-no,” I whimper. “No more. I can’t.”
This was torture—sweet torture, but torture none the less.
“Your stamina really is low.” Diego murmurs, sitting the remote to my underwear on the bedside table. “I’m going to have to make you start working out to keep up with me.”
“Keep up.” I squeak, understanding what he meant.
“I’m a lycan, princess.” He murmurs, giving a grin. “My stamina is twice that of a normal man.”
Eyes widening, I try not to imagine just how long he can go. I don’t have
