Freya's POV
Not again
"I sit up on my elbows as his hands travel south along my body, pausing at the cut before continuing down. And down, and even more down. My breath hitches when his hand stops at the hem of my hair-lined. His eyes were set on my p***y now; I could see how long it took him just to stare down there before his eyes left my p***y and met mine; those once amber eyes were now darkened with something primal. Lust. Hunger. Desire. I think might be thinking of something unspeakable.
I recognize this look; this was the same look he gave me a few nights ago when we were alone in my room; that was the night his d**k graced my p***y, but he was disrupted from accomplishing his damage. Oh, that night, I remember how his lips worshipped my skin like I was his last feast before a
