Page 43 of Entwined

I can’t lie when Ben drove me back to his manor it felt good to be pampered with a restaurant quality hot meal and a place by a crackling fire to study and go over my notes from class. The only thing missing is a hot DOM taking me to bed at the end of the night.

I roll over, eyeing the clock on the nightstand. I can’t sleep despite the thousand thread count sheets.

My hand drifts beneath the seam of my pajama pants. “Ah,” I moan finding the diamond dove. As much as I hate to, I can’t help but think of him as I slide the bar around and around the same way he did. My other hand finds my nipples already hardened to peaks begging to be sucked.

I’ve never been more sexually frustrated.

I went from a woman getting regular mind-blowing sex several times a day for months to nothing.

I can’t live like this.

But I still need it to mean something. It’s just how I am.

I shut my eyes, working myself over faster wishing I had a vibrator to hit my G-spot. Can I buy one online and have it shipped? I’d die if I ever walked into a sex shop and bought one.

“Christos,” I moan in the dark, wishing he was here loving me like he used to. I cry out alone, coming hard. My eyes open, I look out the window into the dark night. The stars are out. I wonder where he is tonight and if he ever touches himself while thinking of me.

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