Chapter 72 His Perfect Whore

• Mireille did not know how long she spent on the floor, whimpering and moaning in the pool of her own squirt but the next thing she felt apart after the orgasm that shook her was Dante lifting her up into his strong hands.
• Mireille wrapped her hands around him, holding onto him tightly while her eyes stared at his handsome face hazily. The next thing she felt was her body being dropped on a soft material she recognised as a bed.
• For the next few seconds, Dante was gone and by the time she was back, Mireille was regaining her senses. She looked at Dante who looked back at her, smirking and waving the jar of honey in his hands.