I see stars. Balls of fire explode behind my eyes, igniting a whole new wave of ecstasy to course through me. “Holy shit, Bash,” I moan. I can't think straight. Hell, I can't even open my eyes until the shock waves stop reverberating through every limb. And when I finally do, Bash is standing over me with his mask pulled down for the first time. A cocky, unguarded smile graces beautiful, plump lips. He's licking his fingers in a crass show of ownership. My legs are still spread wide open, my breathing inconsistent.
