Chapter 22

• The shower water was cold, but Gigi was burning with pleasure. The cold water couldn't extinguish the fire slowly consuming her sanity.
• She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and parted her lips. She grabbed a handful of his hair as he devoured her. Her back pressed against the cold bathroom tile as she pushed his head deeper into her aching wetness.
• Fabian was a willing slave, kneeling as he worshipped her body like a goddess. One of her legs rested on his shoulder as he relentlessly devoured her femininity. His sinful tongue explored her womanhood, tickling her entrance as it moved between her lips.