Ayda’s POV

His mouth dragged down to my pulse point, tasting the ebb and flow of my heart as he did things with his fingers that made me keen. I tried to close my legs to the intrusion pretending that I wasn’t enthralled with his touch, but he would have none of it.

He flicked his wrist, thumb circling my cl*t in tight circles that had me crying, my nails clawing into his broad back as I rushed to my release. There was no lying to him; it was ...