I froze at the sight of Avalon on the bed, naked, his head thrown back in pleasure. His hands gripping the hips of the woman riding him, she had long dark hair that went down her back as she moved with aggressive, possessive intent. Her head was also tilted back, mouth open in ecstasy as she went up and down on him, taking him deep with each roll of her hips. His fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to bruise, and his face...god, his face was twisted in pleasure, with his eyes closed, and mouth open as he moaned.
The woman on top of him was Valta.
I made a sound, something between a gasp and a sob and Avalon's eyes flew open.
For one horrible, endless moment, we just stared at each other. Me in the doorway, broken and betrayed and him in the bed, buried inside another woman.
"Zephyr.
