Contd
Royal Alpha Roar.
"Sera!" I smoke my voice in the tendrils of the night. My hands dig into the curves of her waist as she slopes on top of me. I have her voice and it is only for me to hear. Every moan that comes from her mouth is an orchestra, a melody of serendipity…
And I—I am the conductor, the beast beneath her.
The king-sized bed rocks under us, rocked by our rhythm, by the fervor with which she takes me. This is her first time being above me, and this is my first-time confessing love while so buried deeply inside her. At her mercy. Our passionate faces are alight as she swirls her hips against my length, pulling me along—so good that I forget where I end and where she begins.
I find my veins, all forbidden, at the submission of her, at the submission of her honeyed core
