Louis' POV
Breathlessly, I waited for her to tell me—to request what she wanted—and fuck, I was ready to grant it to her. Right at this moment, I was ready to give her the world. That was how good she made me feel. All through my twenty-three years on earth, I have never felt this good.
Slowly, I turned to Olivia, who lay naked beside me. My eyes trailed her naked form—from her pointed red nipples, which were begging to be sucked, to her cleavages, and then I trailed down to her stomach and the neatly shaved pussy I couldn't get enough of. God, I wanted to devour her again. I wanted to worship her body one more time, but I knew that was never happening. Olivia wouldn't allow it. She knew I was now myself—the drugs had worn off.
"I have nothing in my mind. Perhaps I will tell you tomorrow," she said suddenly.