ANASTASIA’S POV.

“Fuck, Ana—” his voice wouldn’t leave my head.

My thighs clenched as if he were still buried inside me, pounding me into the mattress.

I pressed the vibrator harder against my clit and the hum vibrating through my core until my legs snapped wider.

“Gonna come down your throat if you keep looking at me like that.” His words replayed in my ears, and my body reacted like he was right here, saying it, growling it against my skin. My back arched, a desperate ...