Chapter 60

Shantelle’s POV

I was braced on my elbows, watching him watch me in that mirror. His hands kneaded me like I was suddenly a treasure he couldn’t quite figure out, but he knew it was valuable all the same.

“I don’t want to stop, Seven.” I didn’t say that to make him feel some sort of way. I said it because that was how I was feeling. I didn’t want him to think that if I wanted something, I would be too shy to talk about it. That wasn’t possible at all. I would say my mind.

He hummed, not saying whether he agreed with me or not. Then he kneeled behind me and lowered his head. Seven wasn’t going to give me his cock, and I swear it was like he was saving it. I didn’t know why he was doing that and why he was making me want it. He was making me thirsty; I would have said something about it.

Instead, his tongue licked my thigh softly. He took his time bringing his lips to it and tasting what must have been my arousal there as he murmured:

“So