Mia POV

Her body had never known such pleasure, and she thought she might die from it. Wasn’t that what the French said? Something about the little death? Whatever, she couldn’t make her brain work right now to sort it out. All she knew was that she was flying, or rather sinking into pleasure so deep that she never wanted to surface.

Willison’s finger slid into her and her core clamped down on it greedily. Oh god. It was nothing like when she did it herself and ten times—no, a million, billion, trillion times—better.

“Fuck Mia,” Willison groaned as he slid his finger out and then back in and then...