Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
KOR
Any man who’s ever made a woman come will understand the pride and desire I felt as Vivienne arched and moaned for me. I could feel her tight little pussy squeezing my fingers—begging for what I was giving her—almost milking me.
I wished it was my cock she was milking, and yet I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this. I loved watching her finally come and knowing I had made it happen. I loved the way she moaned my name and begged and pleaded, loved the way her body was so responsive to mine.
It’s like she was made for me, I thought. Which was silly, I guess, but that was how it felt.
At last she collapsed, panting on the bed.
“Oh Kor, that felt so good.” Her gold-ringed eyes were big and starry in the moonlight.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby,” I murmured, really meaning it.
I learned to take things slow when I was with my ex because slow was the only way she could go. And I was glad of that now. Jennie and I might have parted ways, but my time with her had taught me a lot.
Vivienne gave a breathlessly little laugh and shook her head.
“I never knew anything could feel that good. No wonder Carter never wanted me to read dirty books or watch any spicy shows. He didn’t want me to know this feeling was even possible.”
“I’m sorry he was such a bastard,” I murmured. “I didn’t know he censored your reading material.”
“He did.” She sighed. “I’m sure he knew he could never have made me feel this way—even if he’d tried. He had cold hands and a cold heart.”
“Mmm, well he’s gone now—he can never hurt you again,” I reminded her. “And now you’re free to read as many spicy books and watch as spicy movies as you want.”
She laughed again and I saw real joy in her eyes.
“Goddess, yes. I’m so glad he’s gone! I feel so free.”
“You are free, baby,” I assured her.
But she wasn’t—neither of us was. We were trapped in an elaborate cage—we just didn’t know it yet.