She was panting when she finished, her face flushed, expression vaguely shocked. It wasn’t unlike the way she’d looked the first time I’d thrust inside her. I couldn’t help my smile. Prisca went still, eyeing me as if I were a snake about to strike. I missed the way she used to look at me. I may have lost her, but perhaps I could make her trust me like that again. She frowned. “Whatever you’re thinking…” “I’ll continue thinking it.”
