MAYA
I was completely wrecked.
My body felt boneless, trembling, and hypersensitive after the endless orgasms Tristan had forced out of me with just one finger. I could barely keep my eyes open, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to catch my breath.
Sweat coated every inch of my skin, my hair stuck to my face and neck, and my p***y was still fluttering and leaking onto the sheets.
But Tristan wasn’t done.
A dark, devilish smirk played on his lips as he looked down at me like a predator who had only just begun his feast. His eyes were black with lust, obsession, and something dangerously unhinged.
“Tristan… please,” I whimpered weakly, my voice hoarse. “I can’t… I’m too sensitive… I’ll pass out…”
He chuckled lowly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, baby… you
