Astennu
My skin tingled with warm fuzzies the moment reality blurred into shape. The scent of fragrant spicy vanilla tickled my nose, along with a pert pink and plump n****e. This was the sort of sight I wanted to be greeted with in the morning.
‘Might make a nice little wake-up call for our ammar too,’ Aasim stretched with a yawn in my mind, flashing me a quick but explicit image of what he wanted.
Badru and I had purposely teased her the previous morning, wanting to show Evie a taste and hint of how we could worship her. That, and I knew how pulling away would anger her, much to my brother’s glee. Her stormy blue irises were always prettiest when they blazed with rage. It wasn’t as though we hadn’t given her what she wanted; she wanted to stop, so we stopped.
What I hadn’t expected
