Corey POV
“Holy hell,” I groaned to Samson, rolling off Eva onto my back. It has to be at least 4 in the morning. We’ve been going at it all night.
“One more time,” he growls needily. He’s totally in sync with Rhea right now and eating up every feeling of satisfaction he feels through her. He wants more of the mind-blowing sparks mixed with our unless pleasure, but I don't have much energy left.
“No more times. Not right now. I’m empty.” It’s been almost 2 decades since I last had s*x, and breaking that damn with my mate was like a tidal wave of endless desire crashing over me. My body is still tingling with the desire to consume every inch of her, and drive every erotic moan from her I can. I just don't know if I have any juice left in the tank. I need a Gatorade or something first.
