Daciano
Laying on my bed, with my eyes on the ceiling after returning from the summit, I can still taste her. I still remember the way her body had fitted perfectly against mine. Her lush curves molding against every hard ridge of mine.
I can still remember everything, in fact. Even though i rather not.
I remember how her lips had crashed against mine in a searing kiss, the sound of her moans as I touched her, how she locked my waist with her legs and grabbed my hair, tugging it so slightly. She’d taken just as much as she was giving, taking control of her own pleasure. And for once i hadn’t minded. I’d let my inner lykae take control for a while, unable to hold back it’s clamoring to rise in my brief moment of weakness. If I was a lesser man, the sight of her, fresh from the shower,
