Mishka POV
Sleeping was useless, because the hunger Carter kept wanting made me exhausted, and all I could do was pray he would get tired of wanting my body.
“I’m coming!”
For the third time in the morning—after doing it for hours yesterday—I screamed, my body now liquid and mush.
Carter kept kissing me while finishing himself, and I loved how he adored my real body even if I didn’t feel the same way about it. What I didn’t want was to be called ugly by his family.
While he pepper-kissed me inside the small closet of his home, I realized we had f****d in the entire house without a damn care in the world about how many times we made love.
“I can’t stop, and I don’t want to either, because this feels amazing.”
He said it between breaths, and I was close to fainting again. But instead
