Freya's. POV
A Sweet Night
"Ten minutes later, we’re out of the shower and back in the bedroom. Mr handsome, Lucian Draven leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed, emphasizing his powerful, battle-worn muscles. His head tilts as he watches me with a searing intensity.
"Why are you still here? We’re finished," I said, copying his posture, a small grin appearing on my face.
"Are we?" He asked; his voice was low and unyielding, like a distant echo in the mountains.
"Yes, yes we are; I am done using you to calm my horny p***y; now you can go," I reply, keeping my voice steady.
He purses his lips, his eyes trailing down my bare form, and then shakes his head, almost disapproving. "No, no, we’re not. Hahaha, I am not done with that pussy." He said
"Oh? And why’s that?" I raise
