EVE.
When I was done texting with Irene, I got a text from Saint to meet him in his room.
My stomach had already knotted itself into a pit.
Of course, I was terrified because I knew what it meant. And I was tired and worn out. But when it came to choices, I had almost none at the moment. So, I headed to his room.
One hour later, he was still chasing his release. His c**k pounded me like he was trying to chase down his own shadow. My thighs shook, my body already sore, and my lungs burned as if I'd been running laps for hours. I thought I'd faint before he ever finished.
Every thrust stole a little more from me. Every second he stayed inside me drained me hollow. And all I could think about, between the mirror in his bathroom where he'd bent me over earlier, my palms smeared against gl
