9 - Emilia

I’ve just woken up but I’m refusing to get up from this bed after the embarrassing stint with Kaius last night. Why did I think egging him on like that would work when he simply proved me wrong with the stroke of his fingers?

Oh, god those fingers. How the hell did he work me up to an orgasm within a few seconds? How did he know just what to do to get me to that point and then, frustratingly, stop when I was about to fall over?

I groan and turn on my belly, feeling pissed off at myself for not being able to get this out of my head. Last night I played with fire and got horribly burned, now I have to suffer with sex thoughts about Kaius.

“Man the fuck up, Emilia,” I grumble and sit up in bed.

There’s no way I can hide in here all day, not in this tiny as fuck cabin with his room right across from mine. I’m going to have to deal with this and face it, no matter how uncomfortable I may feel.

Sighing, I get up and walk to the bathroom but nearly fucking piss myself when I see Kaius stand