LAMIA

Zane picked his head up from the pillow and looked down at me. His eyes were hardened with a scowl on his face and a hint of hurt. No, I must be mistaken. His dark hair was still plastered to his forehead.

“That wasn’t just sex, Lamia, that was the best fuck I have ever had in my life.” He said as a matter of fact.

Again, not admitting to him that, yah, it was out of this world.

His fingers were tracing small circles on my back. I was still sprawled across ...