Thalia
I push my shoulders against Regan’s pillows and make a nest for myself before lowering my hands to my aching p***y. I can’t believe how wet I am. My body needs a release, but just as I begin to touch myself, Regan comes back into his hut.
“Thalia? What the f**k are you doing?!”
My eyes travel up to his, and I smirk when I realize he is blushing again. I might be his prisoner, but the big guy is definitely a virgin. Can I use that against him somehow? Maybe I should tease him and see how long it takes before he breaks...
“What does it look like I’m doing, Regan?” I whisper in a sulky tone and smile. “I’m pleasuring myself.”
I have to repress a laugh when his eyes snap up to mine, only to travel down the length of my body a second later. He can’t stop himself from looking.
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