27
DAWN
“Aren’t you glad you decided to stay?” Draynor says, though “stay” isn’t really what any of us did. We left the clifftop castle behind the week Markula almost died and moved back to Maine. To my crimson sheets and the miles of snowy hills.
Era doesn’t answer. He’s strapped to the bed, a gag in his mouth, his d**k deep inside me. I don’t say anything either — I let my hips do the talking.
Draynor is sitting near the head of the bed, watching with an enamored look on his face. He’s already had his turn, but I’ll definitely give him another go when I’m done with Era. Every part of my body is tender, my nerves on fire, my muscles trembling.
I’ve come to realize that if you have just the right amount of stimulation, you can ride a wave of pleasure for hours. It’s almost meditative.
