Chapter 22

• "The first time I saw you, you were asleep," Sandro began, and suddenly, Anastasia felt no desire to escape. Her breasts pressed against the files, aching and yearning for his warm mouth. It seemed too soon to feel this fire again, yet she had already experienced two climaxes within mere minutes. "You were only covered by a pillow, shielding your face from the sunlight. I hadn't even seen your face yet, but I knew exactly what this pussy looked like."
• Sometimes, she forgot that he had lived beside them for months, unseen, and the thought that he had been watching them all that time was unsettling. She knew it would disturb her later, after he was done with her, but for now, the realization made her tighten around him, engulfing his length as she ground her hips back against him.
• Anastasia felt her mouth water, matched only by the slickness between her legs, the sloshing sounds echoing in the room. She was wetter, more open, consumed by images of Sandro always watching... always observing.