CHAPTER 3

ARIA

My orgasm ripped through me so hard I screamed, legs shaking, hands fisting his white hair like I was trying to survive.

He didn’t stop.

Not until I was twitching, oversensitive, drenched.

He stood, mouth shiny, eyes glowing.

“You still think this isn’t real?” he asked, licking his lips.

I couldn’t even speak.

He leaned in.

Kissed me again.

I tasted myself on his tongue.

“Next time,” he whispered, dragging his thumb over my spit-slick bottom ...