Tessa
A sharp cry tore from my throat as the orgasm ripped through me, hot and blinding. My thighs clamped around his hand, my muscles locking down as wave after wave crashed through me, electric, overwhelming.
But he didn’t stop.
Didn’t slow.
Didn’t f*****g let up.
He worked me through it, dragging out every last tremor, every last pulse of pleasure until I was left utterly wrecked, boneless beneath his touch, my body still trembling from the aftershocks.
A satisfied hum rumbled from him, his fingers finally retreating, leaving me empty, aching—greedy for whatever he had planned next.
"Holy s**t," I managed to gasp out, the reality hitting me like a wave. He had been right—now that was a real orgasm.
The first thing I saw was him.
His dark, smoldering gaze locked onto mine, heav
