I want to bang my head on the wall, but not because I regret it.
I just got laid by Maximus Sebastian Emerson!
And the worst part? I can’t stop thinking about how good it was. My body is still trembling from it, my skin still burning where he touched me. My lips are swollen from his kisses, and every time I shift, I can feel the ache between my thighs reminding me what we did.
I should be angry at myself, but all I feel is this heavy, greedy need for more. The way he moved inside me, the way he made me forget everything else, it’s burned into me now.
When he finally pulled out, I thought he’d roll away and leave me to deal with the mess of myself. But instead, he stayed. His hand slid down my thigh, lazy and possessive, before he reached for the blanket and pulled it over me. His chest
