Chapter Eighteen: Sudden Coldness - Gabriella

I think I briefly blacked out because suddenly I’m aware of being nestled in Jartre’s arms as his velveteen lips pepper featherlight kisses across my chest.

“Welcome back,” I hear him say in amusement.

“Wh…” Is all that comes out of me. Jesus my throat sounds hoarse as fuck.

“You blacked out, but it was only for a minute,” he says, sounding proud of himself. I try to force my eyes open, but I feel my body becoming weightless and now feel myself laying on something very large and solid, yet surprisingly comfortable. “Don’t try to wake up if you’re not ready, I’ll hold you while you rest.”

Instinct tells me to nuzzle myself against his chest, but I can’t even fucking do that. He’s fucking broken me. Can you become a quadriplegic from too many orgasms or am I about to become a medical study? Gods should come with a fucking warning label warning future sexual partners that they come with deadly fucking orgasms and oral skills.

“Permission to read your mind since you seem to find it ha