Chapter 115. I Can Smell Your Juices

Olivia's POV

We went about three more rounds in the study. But after each orgasm, I didn’t feel satisfied and wanted more.

André pulled out of me and looked at me in horror.

"Olivia, what is going on? Your eyes."

I was stunned. I had no idea how my eyes looked. André brought out a mirror and gave it to me. I looked at my eyes and saw that they were still looking glazed.

I was terrified.

"Olivia, what is wrong?"

I looked at André nervously as he helped me get dressed. As his fingers grazed my skin, all I could think about was how much I still wanted him. It felt like I was insatiable.

"I don't know André. I just feel like I can't get enough of you."

The note of worry in my voice made me tremble even more. I honestly had no idea what was wrong with me.

"How long have you been feeling this way?" André asked softly, sitting me down gently on his chair and passing me a bottle of water.

"Since last week, I guess. I just tho