ROSETTE’S POV
I screamed until my throat went raw, my entire body convulsing, tears streaming down my face as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain tore through every nerve ending I possessed.
My legs shook uncontrollably. My hands pulled his hair so hard I must have been hurting him but he didn’t seem to care, too focused on drinking down my release like it was water in a desert he’d been wandering for two hundred years.
I was sobbing. Actually sobbing. Begging him to stop and never stop in the same broken breath, my voice cracking, my dignity gone, my entire concept of pleasure rewritten by a man who ate p***y like it was his divine calling.
This was what women killed for.
This was why empires fell and marriages crumbled and perfectly sensible people made catastrophically stupid d
