Samuel
"I love you, my dark moon,"
I told her confidently, my face buried in her neck, my voice coming out a whisper from the aftermath of the powerful orgasm I had moments ago. Though I had f****d enough times before to relieve my stress and load, I had never had this kind of pleasure before. Making love to my queen, my woman, my dark moon, felt different, somewhat magical. The magic that I would want to experience again and again, like a starved man, like a disciple wanting liberation.
She had asked me a question in her drunk state last night, and I could finally answer her confidently, without a single inch of doubt in my heart. I could tell her with all the adoration in my heart for her, that I loved her. Maybe I had loved her since the first time I saw her at Expresso Express, mayb
