Freya.

He pulled his fingers out. The sudden emptiness hit me like a physical thing, a hollow, bereft ache that made my hips chase forward on instinct, chasing something that was already gone. A small, embarrassing whine escaped my throat before I could stop it.

I looked up, meeting his.

His lips curved into an amusing smirk ike I'd done exactly what he expected me to do and he found it deeply entertaining.

I opened my mouth to say something.

Then I saw his hand. He raised his fingers in front of my face, slowly. They glistened under the shower light, slick and dripping with my wetness, and my brain...