Alcyde
Morning seeps through tangled sheets like honey through cheesecloth, slow and golden, painting Sophia's skin in shades of amber and shadow. I trace the curve of her spine with reverent fingers, following each ridge of bone down to where her waist dips before flaring into hips that bear the soft abundance of a woman who's known hunger and feast in equal measure. She makes a sound somewhere between contentment and need, pressing back against me until my c**k stirs against the cleft of her ass, already hard despite having buried myself in her wet heat three times since the moon set.
"Again?" Her voice carries the roughness of well-used throat, of screams muffled in pillows while I drove into her from behind.
"Always." I pull her flush against me, feeling the mate mark pulse like a s
