Lucian
I made love to Mara until I felt her melt—body, heart, and soul—completely surrendered. When her breath slowed and her arms clung to me with contentment, I let myself release inside her, a silent promise of forever.
She rested her head on my chest, her skin warm against mine, and asked quietly, “Are we ever going to get tired of this?”
I smiled, running my hand gently up and down her spine. “Never,” I said honestly. “I can’t express how much I love you, Mara. No amount of words—or even this—feels like enough.”
She kissed my chest and murmured, “I think my p***y felt the depth.”
I let out a laugh, caught off guard, and she laughed with me. It was hilarious—and so perfectly Mara. One minute, pure intimacy. The next, cheeky mischief.
Just then, my phone rang.
I groaned and reach
