While she moaned her pleasure, his head took him back to the night before when he had Danika in his arms. Her innocence and eagerness to please. The sweetness that was uniquely hers. His enjoyment from her touch alone. Her moans. The tightness of her body wrapped around his organ.
It took him a moment, but he forced himself to shut his mind away from the memories of it.
In the past, when he thought of the past, it meant horrors because he could only remember his time in slavery. For the first time, his memory wasn’t dipped in horror.
He did not understand it. He could not comprehend it, but it was what it was. Who was this woman?
When he’d told her she pleased him, he saw Danika. He forgot for a few seconds it was his slave in his arms.
Now, he gave her words he’d always wanted to say
