Elena's POV
"Good," Dean smirked, his eyes still dark, still hungry. "Because I'm not fucking done with you yet."
I barely had time to catch my breath before he grabbed my waist and lifted me off the sink, his cock slipping out of me, leaving me suddenly empty. A whimper escaped my lips at the loss, but he just smirked, walking me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bathroom counter.
He laid me down on the cold marble, spreading my thighs wide, exposing how drenched I was, how messy I was from what we had just done.
Dean's gaze dropped between my legs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
"Look at you," he murmured, trailing a finger through the wetness pooling between my thighs. "So fucking ruined. So fucking mine."
I moaned as he slid two fingers into me, curling them just right, making my back arch.
"Dean…" My voice was breathy, desperate.
His other hand gripped my breast, squeezing hard, his thumb rubbing over my hardened nipple.
"You want more?" he rasped.
