Candace
The mirror was already fogging over from the shower.
I stood before it in nothing but a towel, my hair dripping water down my spine. My fingers traced my swollen lower lip and the memory of last night replayed itself in my head. Reign had done that.
I looked down and saw the trail of hickeys, dark and red, blooming across my inner thigh. I touched one and winced at the tenderness, and a flood of memories crashed over me, his mouth as he devoured my pussy hungrily.
My head kept replaying the things he said last night and I shook it off, stepping away from the mirror. He had only said those things because he was delirious with sex. It didn't mean anything.
Hadn't Ragnor already proven that? I shouldn't have given in yesterday at all. Wasn't that the whole point of buying a dildo in the first place? And how on earth had he even known I was touching myself?
