Chapter 92

He doesn't reply. Instead, he drizzles more lube onto me and rubs against my heat. He starts slow, pushing one finger in, the lube making wet, squelching sounds as he eases in. I moan, finally getting that itch scratched. One finger becomes two, and then three, and then four, until I’m clenching around him.

"Breathe, Vesper," he says. "Let me in."

I try to relax, to do as he says, but my body is t