Lana’s Point of View“You’re mine,” Christian pressed his lips against my mouth, tongue delved in like a claim. The kiss was brutal, hungry, punishing. My body trembled violently in the aftermath of the orgasm that had just ripped through me, my thighs slick, my pussy still pulsing around the ghost of his cock.“Not Christian, not anyone else, all fucking mine.”My heart palpitated in my chest at the reminder of Christian. “Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”I bit down on my lips, as shame washed over me, realizing that I had just given myself to him.Despite the shame that flooded through me, I wanted him to do it again. My body feels sore, but in a good way. My pussy was still tingling from the aftermath of the pleasure that rocked my body.But my mind pondered with the thought of Christian in my head, I pulled back, shutting my eyes tightly. Why the hell did it feel like I had committed a great sin against Christian when he was the one who pushed me away?“Eyes on me, love.”
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