CHAPTER 27
It was nothing like Zary had ever imagined. Not that she had any relatable experience to based it on.
She had touched herself, though just a few times, during those very rare nights when she was not too tired from working overtime and had a little time that she could spare fantasizing about fictional men. But she never experienced this. This so-called mind-blowing orgasm.
It was a fact widely publicised in novels, romance movies and hearsay that it was supposed to feel so good. And according to science and all the people who had told her or indirectly told her about this as well. That it was supposed to be heaven, damnation and salvation, fireworks, the heights of heaven… She could not even remember all the words she had heard or read people used to describe it.
And she never would have thought it was not actually a bit exaggerated. That those descriptions were not actually just glorified metaphors. Oh, she had no freaking idea!