Pine, spices, musk, intoxicating.
Warmth, full, pressure, pleasure.
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The next time I’m conscious, I find myself lying on my side in bed, the stranger's body wrapped around my back, his c**k buried deep inside, gently thrusting as he licks my scar.
The confusion comes flooding back, overwhelming my senses, my body tensing.
"I know you're awake, Doe Eyes," he mumbles, purring into my neck.
His thrusts languid, his teeth scraping along my skin.
The heat is back, pleasure mounting, my body relaxes.
"That's it, Doe, let go, baby, feel me, feel us."
I whine as the pressure mounts deep within my core, needing more.
Like he’s reading my thoughts, he moves his hand from
