ANNABEL
Fuck, I was done for. My body was still shaking, my p***y throbbing from how hard Damon f****d me on that bed, his c*m still sticky on my face, my t**s, my f*****g soul. He carried me back to the bathroom, water dripping off us, and I wasn’t cold—hell, I was burning, my skin screaming for more, even after cumming so many damn times I’d lost count. His arms were strong, holding me like I was his, and f**k, I wanted to be. I wanted him to ruin me, to break me till I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t remember Michael, Janet, or any of the bullshit waiting outside this room.
He set me down, my feet hitting the tiles, but my legs were jelly, wobbling like I’d run a f*****g marathon. The shower was still on, warm water cascading, steam curling around us like we were in some dirty-ass d
