MAYA
I was panting hard, my chest heaving like I'd run a marathon. My body felt nothing but a limp, twitching mess sprawled across the rumpled sheets.
The aftershocks rippled through me, making my thighs quiver uncontrollably, my p***y still pulsing with the echoes of that brutal orgasm he'd wrung from me. Sweat glistened on my skin and my hair stuck to my neck and forehead, lips swollen and parted as I gasped for air.
I felt ruined- deliciously, utterly ruined, in the best f*****g way. Tristan hovered over me, kneeling between my spread legs as his massive frame casting a shadow while he drank in the sight of me like a predator savoring his kill.
His eyes roamed hungrily over my flushed skin, the way my p***y glistened with my juices, leaking down my ass and pooling on the sheets.
