Chapter 39 Post-coital Revelations [Titania]

• “You're wet,” the corners of his lips rides up, morphing into a cruel smirk. He dips his head once more and traps my earlobe in between his teeth, tugging. “You're always wet for me. Always.”
• “No,” I try to push him away, to escape his harsh, yet comforting arms but I'm weak. He retrieves his hand from my panties, not taking his eyes off mine as he brings it up to his face and suck his wet fingers clean. The gesture is so erotic, so hot that I shudder in delight.
• Fuck.