Corren’s POV
I turned her onto her back and settled between her open thighs again.
Sybil’s body was already marked by everything I had done to her—flushed skin, swollen lips, the insides of her thighs shiny with the thick mix of my c*m and her own wetness. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. When her eyes met mine they were dark and glassy, the look of a woman who had been f****d past the point of neat composure and was still being asked for more. I liked her like this. Soft. Open. Completely stripped of the careful control she wore in every other room of her life.
My c**k was hard again, heavier now, the shaft slick from her and from my own previous release. I took it in one hand and dragged the thick head through the mess between her legs, coating myself further, rubbing slowl
