~ Camilla

I couldn’t breathe.

Not really. My chest rose and fell so fast, I thought I’d choke on the very air in this cursed room. My silk gown was twisted halfway down my torso, my breasts spilling free like I had no dignity left to hold them in. His cock was still buried inside me, twitching, pulsing, hot, the damn bastard still throbbing like he owned me. The worst thing was that my body was still clenching around him, dragging out every aftershock.

Stephano cursed, his breath hot against my ear as his seed spilled deeper, leaking out, running onto my thigh, his leg, everywhere. I wanted to scream....