Chapter 118

On the bed, Ismena watched him through half-lidded eyes, her brain feeling so drugged out by everything he'd done to her body. She felt empty when he pulled out of her and his sheltering body suddenly left hers. But at the same time, she felt relief. He'd almost killed her.

As she watched him stroke himself through his own climax, she came to the conclusion that this beautiful man here will be the death of her. Not her heart. Him.

She laid the way he left her; her feet resting on the mattress, the heels digging into it which left her knees raised and wide apart from each other. She was so dizzy, that she hoped to hell and prayed that he was done with her.

But, he wasn't.

The look in his eyes said he was not done taking what he wanted from her body. His still-hard-as-a-rock, strong dick was clearly saying he was not done enjoying her body. And the way he turned with purpose and started walking back towards her said he was only getting started with her.

"Oh, God, Oh God, Oh God," She s