Kira’s POV
I stumbled out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, legs still shaky, cheeks burning like I’d run a marathon. My reflection in the mirror looked guilty as hell…flushed skin, messy hair, eyes too bright. I was utterly disgusted with myself.
Not once. Twice.
I’d come twice in there. The first time was bad enough, fast and desperate, biting my lip so hard it bled just to stay quiet. But then, like an i***t, I leaned against the cool tile, water pounding my back, and did it again. Slower this time. Picturing him. All of him. That stupid, massive thing pressing against me, the way his eyes went gold, the low growl in his throat when I moved my hips.
I hate this body.
I was a virgin when I was pushed off a cliff. One hundred percent. I had never even kissed anyone properly. Abby
