TRISTAN
She was finally asleep in my arms.
Maya lay curled against my chest like she belonged there and because she did. Her breathing was soft and even, her lashes casting faint shadows on her flushed cheeks.
The faint sheen of sweat still clung to her skin, and my c*m had dried in streaks across her stomach and breasts, marking her in the most primal way. I tightened my arm around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, skin to skin and heart to heart.
Mine.
I reached up with my free hand and gently tugged a few stray strands of hair away from her beautiful face, tucking them behind her ear. My fingers lingered, tracing the delicate shell of her ear, then down along the line of her jaw.
She stirred slightly in her sleep and let out the softest little gasp that went straight to
