Viona's POV
All the gates of hell had loosened. Since the jet, I had felt strange whenever I was close to this man. It was like my body had a will of its own.
I had even questioned myself, wondering if falling for him so easily was shallow, just because he was good at sex.
But tonight, I realized it wasn't because I was lewd or perverted or crazed for sex.
I was a slut only for this man. Only for him.
His smirk deepened when I told him to suck, pushing my chest up toward him.
"Ah… this is not good. I meant to punish you. But it seems whatever I do will only make you feel good."
"Don't be so full of yourself."
He latched onto my hardened nipple, flicking his thick tongue around it in slow circles. I cradled his head, tugging his hair as my body arched and twitched each time his teeth grazed it.
"Ah… Rafael… it's so good. Mhmm…"
The father of my children didn't just make me feel like a queen in this little world of ours. He made me discover things I never knew I needed.
