KAYDE
She passed out in my arms like a f*****g angel who’d just been dragged through hell and back, her body still trembling with the aftermath against my chest. Seven orgasms. I’d wrung every last one out of her until she couldn’t take anymore.
Her priestess robes were twisted around her waist, soaked with sweat and her c*m. And the sight of her flushed and marked by my hands made my c**k throb painfully against my jeans.
I should’ve f****d her.
I wanted to bury myself so deep inside that tight little cunt she’d feel me for days. But not until she accepted what she already was—mine.
I brushed damp strands of hair from her face, memorizing her in the moonlight. So f*****g beautiful and innocent. Even after I’d devoured her like a starving beast, she still looked pure like something
