Pearl’s POV
The cold marble of the counter bit against my bare thighs as Demyan set me down, his hands rough and steady as though I weighed nothing at all. My palms pressed against the surface, my breathing jagged, chest rising and falling with each frantic gulp of air. The bathhouse still echoed with water dripping, but all I could hear was the pounding of my heart and the raw sound of his breath near my ear.
Before I could even adjust, his hand slid down, and a single thick finger pushed inside me again. My body jolted at the sudden intrusion, still so sensitive, every nerve ending raw from the way he had just used me. I clenched around him instinctively, my thighs trembling as a rush of wetness poured out.
And then heat. Warm, sticky, thick. I felt it trickle down, sliding over his f
