A Long Long Night (cont.)

When I opened my eyes again, my face was buried in the soft white sheets of a large, warm bed. It smelled of Adonis. I hummed and buried my face deeper into it, trying to drown myself in his intoxicating scent and in the warmth of the sheets and blankets over my shoulders.

Going back to sleep seemed like such a tempting idea…until I remembered why I had fallen asleep so easily and deeply in the first place. Adonis’ sex marathon on my helpless body. Oh. He had been so aggressive. He had always been very naughty, but tonight he actually scared me at some point, even though I kept on having such intense orgasms that my throat felt mildly sore from screaming out.

I felt like a used sex toy. My face heated when I realized that I really liked it. I fucking wanted to be Adonis’ whatever, as long as he had that dangerous weapon of sex body of his all over mine.

Slowly, I moved to a sitting position, only to realize that I was sore between my thighs, and in many other spots on my bo