LEILA
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The s*x was different.
More intense than the usual comfort, charged with a different kind of energy. It was deep. So goddamn deep.
He entered me, slowly at first, his body heavy against mine, then picking up a rhythm, going in and out of me, filling me completely.
His body moving against mine, strong, powerful, matching my desperate need. My body responded instantly, arching into his touch, meeting his thrusts, clinging to him and my moans began, not just soft moans, but loud, raw sounds pulled from deep in my gut, sounds of pure pleasure, of hunger for him, for this connection, this intensity I craved and then I gave into the soft part, soft moans, sighs of satisfaction, murmurs of delight, sounds of surrender and pleasure mingling in the dim light.
It was perfect.
