Eighteen
Sithe
“Maybe you have more choices than you think.”
Catarine murmurs in my ear as her body rides mine, as we meet together and I lose myself in her again.
She shudders, another c****x, and her neck is right beneath my teeth, her shoulder the perfect place for me to clamp down and have her…
But I do not.
My release comes, hard and perfect, and I hold myself taut, squeezing my teeth together as my liquid exits in a swift, final burst. I let out a pant, catching the breath that’s gotten away from me. All the mantras in the world, all the exertions I’ve done, and nothing makes me sweat like Catarine. There is no other effort more important. No other woman more worthy of me than Catarine.
I disentangle us and put her in the bath again. While she soaks, I finally pop the tracker
