**Gia's POV**
Oh f**k, the things that I want to do to and with this man. My heart isn't ready for him to have me, but my body is begging to be ravished. The ache for him between my legs, it is torment. After Jeremiah made me c*m with his fingers, he drove us back to the house, and we spent the rest of the evening in bed with him making me call out his name. I felt wild for him, constantly horny and needing release. Will I ever go back to normal, or will I want to jump him every time I see him? It is getting to the point that I feel his fingers inside of me and his lips on my skin is hardly enough. I want more.
I stretched my arms and legs on the bed, looking over at Jeremiah sleeping peacefully. There were moments last night I tried to touch him, to stroke him, but he wouldn't let me.
