Imogen's POV
I was a mess, a shuddering mess.
A soft moan slipped from my lips as I dropped my hips down to the bed, reeling from my climax.
Oh f**k! That had been so good, and to think he had not even f****d me yet. My body hummed, satisfied with pleasure yet desiring more.
Damn! I was being such a w***e!
I tried opening my eyes, wondering where Blond was. I ought to ask him his name, it had taken everything in me not to scream his name as I came.
My vision was blurry at first, I blinked a few times to see Blond stand in my line of sight, picking something on his shelf.
It was a small weird device that had a rough end and a slim one as well.
I frowned as he approached me with it, his face stony as always. However, his eyes gleamed with excitement and it did naughty things to me.
