AZRAEL
Valoria leaves me hanging and thirsty like a fish gasping for water, with a raging boner and an insatiable hunger gnawing at my insides, skipping back toward her room while my mouth hangs wide open, completely aghast at her impossible, infuriating audacity.
How dare she end it right when it was getting so fucking good?
When I was seconds away from losing all sense of control and dragging her straight to my chambers to fuck her on every goddamn surface I could find?
When the pleasure was climbing to unimaginable heights and my body was screaming for release?
How dare she play me like a fiddle, wrapping me around her delicate little finger until I was the one left begging and desperate for more?
I'm the most sexually frustrated that I have ever been in years—parched and dying like a man crawling through an endless desert with no water in sight, and absolutely livid about it.
